Laying at the Feet of his Master…

At my feet is lying,

A big ball of fur, somewhat that of a rug,

Warm to the touch, keeping my feet nice and snug…

Yes, you know who it is, certainly is not Rene’,

She keeps other parts warm like the sun’s ray.

So, here lays Rufuz, quiet & content,

Under my leg, stretching himself out,

Allowing dad to rest on his tummy so stout…

Out he was all afternoon, till the rain it redeveloped,

And the wind did start to blow,

Wouldn’t want my boy to shrink, or away flow,

We watched a movie together, now about to take a nap,

Till later on tonight, a visitor will come and slowly rap,

On our door to let us know he is here, to get high,

So for the day, we finish it and it is well capped…

So Rufuz dear friend, don’t ever leave your poor daddy,

He would rather die than to have you do so,

Who would warm my feet, my hands, & my heart with so much form…?

                © ed – 3/6/04