Poetry and Art

Pitter-patter

A pitter-patter of tiny paws.
A wagging tail
And a heart that knows no laws
The tiny fur-ball that used to be,
Is now an echo of a memory.

A pitter-patter of a beating heart.
A gleeful gleam
In eyes so smart.
I remember a time of ducks and doves
Of only laughter and of love

The pitter-patters now gone dark
No gleeful gleam
No happy bark
A jerk and then the misery is done
And a new life has just begun

A coat of gold
And paws splayed wide
A pup now roams, eyes bright and bold.
A teddy bear, it seems to be
Strutting gladly for all to see

Yes, tears were shed
And a life was lost
But I try not to let that get to my head
For now we have a new life here.
A pup of gold, and no reason to fear

So while the old pitter-patter may be gone
And the lawless heart has ceased to beat
Life must still move on
And I may once more seek
The joy of a puppy at its peak.

Soooo, my dog (at the top) died a few months back (when I started this poem) and we've been offered a golden doodle puppy. He's a precious little thing. And, I finally had inspiration to finish it, so I did.