Since you were small,
Every morning and night,
you claw at my legs,
wuffling in impatience.
Whether I’m eating or writing,
Reading or working,
Relaxing or chatting,
there’s only one place you want to be.
So while I was going to write about pixies,
About the magic of spring,
But there was a pattering of little paws,
And soft wuffles at my feet.
And with you draped over my arms,
Curled up in my lap,
I may not be able to type,
But at least I can laugh.
Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! A new Ode to a childhood favorite tomorrow!
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