Proof

Dirty kitty footprints run up and over,

The hood and windshield of my truck,

Proof that I am chosen by those who share,

My independent and free spirited nature.

There are little shoes and dress up clothes,

Scattered helter-skelter around my house,

Proof that I am blessed to live with a little girl,

Whose arms around my neck humble me with her love.

And pieces of alfalfa hay cling to my hair,

And a smudge of green is smeared across my sleeve,

By the muzzle of my equine friend, proof again,

That I am respected by my benevolent friends.

My post office box has bills to be paid,

Proof of all I have, and a reminder to me to be grateful,

And for that I am glad to pay.

There’s dog hair on my carpet, and even on my shirt,

And a nudge of a wet nose to greet me at dawn,

Proof that I am loved by one,

Who is happy and loyal to a fault.