Treats for Tall, Tall Dougie
He had a wide-faced heart and it was warm
As if it too were wrapped in his thick fur.
When he came running up, it caused a swarm
Of love to swirl around the soul, a blur
Of bright affection, since of course we knew
How welcoming his trot and tall, tall tail
Would be. This big, big burly boy would woo
Our willing hands with his male mew. Not frail
That one; no, far from fragile, small.
He only knew a thing or two about
Us, the sounds we made to stretch him . . . tall . . . Tall,
And beacon-like thick chinned and paws, paws out.
Not frail? Still now he’s gone where there’s no treat,
This purrsonality so bold and sweet.