It will never fail
To bring a smile
Of sweet tears awhile
Eight legs, not four
Four eyes from two
Curiosity’s trembly legs once more
Creation’s dream again comes true.
I hug fresh fur
Unspoiled and soft
What else can lure
To stall and loft?
Tomorrow’s meadows will await
For run and leap and grassy nap
Wandering through the open gate
To rest secure in Earth’s deep lap.