Open Garden

I had to give Kerry's challenge another attempt.  My prior poem was not opposite enough. A tea cup and a tea bag were a likely pairing.  I tried to write it more like an arranged marriage, but their union was predictable.  Here is another attempt and a more opposing pairing:  Feet n' a puppy!  Okay, perhaps not, but when I found this photo I couldn't help myself. 

 I called my mom-not sure whose foot this is-lol.  I can't find the photo I was going to use. This puppy named Roxie was found sleeping in my grandfather's hat.  My parents brought her home and one year later I was born.  She would jump on her hind legs and peer at me in my bassinet, never letting her paws touch the sides. I think she had Nana skills.  You remember the big dog the Darlings owned in the story," Peter Pan".   Funny, my daughter use to call my mother Grammie Darling.  

PUPPY LOVE

I love to nibble your warm toes

YOU scent is like fallen leaves and wood smoke-
 is that gravy I smell? 
You're so warm n' soft

I  love to lay my head on you

 you make me feel, so snugly

I love  your sweet, velvet ears draped on my ankle

how playful you nuzzle me with your cold nose after

 you've been outside scampering in
the freshly fallen snow

you lay beside me 

your belly rises n' falls as

your legs twitch, are you

dreaming of running in a field of daisies?

Oh, you do not know what those are just yet...
 

I love to be chased
 when I stumble n' tumble you
 nudge me back in line

I like the toy you bought me,
but I rather play with you! 

 My teeth are razor sharp
I must be careful

I  hear your whispers cheering me on

I can't wait to walk solider strong with you

we can run in the field I smell by the stream

Will you be too worn out by then to go?

I love your puppy days, but
 some day you can ride in my truck
Soon our playful tug of war will end
we'll play a new game fetch
I love your high pitch bark
but I long to hear you howl at
what stirs your thoughts
 I will miss you puppy fur n'
your sweet chocolate eyes following me
everywhere

You make me brave
 let me snuggle up to you,
  in the early morning light
You rattle that paper drinking a strong bitter brew
I love it when you sneak me a bite of
smokey salt, yet it's sweet
I love to walk outside with you
you make my tail smile
You changed your outfit-why?


I can't wait to be your best friend
make you proud, when I find what you're looking for
 I will still crave your socks n' shoes
Please forgive me
this was my first scent of you-I love it so
but my tastes are growing up
I will prefer fresh grass and rabbits, soon
remember:
You will always be my first love

© Ellen Wilson