I race to bedroom to find
A stuff toy to squeak and play
It’s small, red with white words
I don’t know what it says
I throw it around
I bite it
I lick it
I play some more
You take notice of what I brought
A red heart to show you
With words that I Love (as paw heart) U
I came to play
I came to win
I came to catch
I came to tackle
I came to takeaway
I came for the touchdowns
So you can watch me;
Me and my furry buddies
Play against each other
At the tenth Puppy Bowl
On Super Bowl football weekend.
I come over to grab your attention
You are behind an object on your leg that I don’t understand;
Sitting in chair staring, ignoring me.
Your one hand drape over the armrest;
I nudge your hand, hoping you will notice.
Without thinking you pat my head no word spoken.
I move away;
I don’t need pat on the head.
I want to play with you.
You are too busy to play.
I want your companionship, which I need right now.
I try again to get your attention
But you are focus on the object.
I go grab a toy;
Out of frustration I shake it in my mouth.
I continue to shake it;
Venting my anger as the toy squeaks out loud.
You look up now;
Saying it is playtime, finally done with what you were doing.
I look at you very upset;
I turn to ignore you because you ignore me.
You try to play with me;
I turn my snout to the air;
I walk off to another room to be alone.
Play me a melody that is sweet as honey to my ears.
Let it make me melt like a puddle of water when it draws near.
Let the notes ring out in cheerful chorus as I listen.
Play the flute solo as beautiful as the singing bird high above the tree.
Hear the other instruments join in from a quite crescendo and gaining speed.
Let the sound enfold all around me closing into the end of the song.
Down the home stretch the music comes to an end;
I enjoyed that sweet melody and wish it would play again.