Eyes signal mine for the need of petting,
as if her grave lay just ahead
if you dare not pet her,
as your hands valley into her glossy fur,
and her wagger spins back and forth
like spotlights, lighting up her happiness.
You pull her tail and your eyes whirlpool,
watching her carousel, chasing her rear bobber,
covering no distance except in my heart.
Grade 6
Calvin Christian