Graphic by MamaBear
What a Puppy Understands
by Eric R. Ode
She's small and cute but underfoot.
She won't come when I call.
She gnaws and chews my finest shoes
and piddles in the hall.
She finds disguise in umber eyes
so innocently gazing,
then howls at night with all her might
until my voice is raising.
But truth be told, although I scold
with reprimands unbending,
she cocks her head at what I've said
as if uncomprehending.
Yet when I doubt what life's about
and question all I've known;
and when my heart has come apart,
and when I cry alone,
she licks my tear and snuggles near,
her head beneath my hands.
To my surprise, I realize
she truly understands.