(My dog is seriously the cutest in the whole world. Seriously.)
Little feet forever running,
Little dreams leading to bliss,
Wagging tail hundred to dozen,
Not letting little things be missed.
Eating food or barking till then,
Playing fun with everyone,
Cherishing the little times,
Of basking cutely in the sun.
Little nose forever sniffing,
Little thoughts that run so deep,
Little ears that stay alert,
Even in the mists of sleep.
Little things that mean so much,
Worried, still sleeps like a log,
Why can’t all us, little people,
Be as little as a dog?
(c) Isvari Mohan, 2012