Here they come, I warn,
Make sure you’re sitting down.
Because Teddy is kind of flaily
And he’ll bark at you while wagging
His Shepherdy tail
But then he’ll turn his head and show off
His Rottweiler profile
And you’ll think he’s mean
When he’s just shy.
Hush, don’t talk!
Piper will have meltdowns
And try to phase through the floor
Or forget how the doors work
And don’t let her kiss your face
(She eats poop)
But if she comes to you
She’ll let you pet her soft, soft fur
And she’ll lean against you
Sharing the warmth of her solid form.
Watch your step – Perry’s coming.
Skitterbug, I tease him,
Because he runs all akimbo and askew
On an angle.
He’s a pint-sized powerhouse
The main dog in charge.
(Just ask him.)
If you pick him up you may never move again
Because Chihuahuas control gravity
Everyone knows this.
Old man Max comes lumbering out last.
He had to check the others’ crates
In case they had better toys
Than he does.
His hips are creaky
And his blackest bits are salt-and-pepper now
But he chases flies like a puppy
And more than the others
He is Mama’s dog.
My companion, and defender.
Okay now, ignore them…
They’re eating their dinner, and then they’ll go Outside.
Are they being quiet?
This is never good.
Note: inspired by the work and writing style of Naomi Shihab Nye, for Covid’s Metamorphosis prompt 8 which is to emulate a favorite poet’s style.