On little paws
She walks like a queen
She’s sweet and nibble
Until she trips and falls
She glances around, hoping
It was unseen!
Tiny golden lady,
She was born to run through trees
Tumbling with other puppies
She only reached for grace
Amongst the city streets
Little ears raised
Short hair
Broken nose from rough puppy play
She wishes to be all the things
That she isn’t
Narrow and trim,
She wants to be curved
She wishes for long ears
Instead of her ones so pert
She bemoans her broken nose
But she still loves to fight
She still trips over her own feet
When she gets excited or forgets
Her wee self
Her ears only hang askance from
Her pulling them to hang low
To try to look more like other dogs look
She trims her nails with her teeth
For the always perfect manicure
Don’t point it out
You’ll embarrass the Dear
We all have our vanities
Even tiny dogs
We all wish sometimes
To be someway that we simply are not
My beautiful girl, my sweet golden heart,
You’re perfect the way you are,
From the tip of your nose to the points of toes
She’ll never believe me
The same way any human won’t see
How others love the very things
About them
That they wish they could change
Lets not pull our ears down
And make them crooked with longing
We are what we are
And loved dearly for being
This reads like a fairy tale of sorts. I love the sense of a mystical being – and pulling on her ears is such a sweet gesture. Following that through to the end, this is a beautiful line: “And make them crooked with longing.” Oh, yes – don’t we all have our own “ear pulling” behaviors for something we wish we were as well as weren’t? This poem really gets to the heart of that dissatisfaction and longing. It can be cliche to run out the ‘love who you are, not who you aren’t’ bit, but this focus on the dogs gives it a unique twist. A bit fantastical and a joy to read along! Nicely ‘storied’ in poetic form. A lesson. A moral.