Ode to Papi

Trying to catch him is like reaching for sushine in the air

He’s so quick, elusive, it’s just not fair.

Passing us in a blaze of light,

He’s a wingless small animal lifting off in flight.

His burst of speed has no rhyme nor reason,

And seems independent of time and season.

Just as we keep wondering why and thinking where,

He comes back with a purr, his tail in the air.

Ode to a Floof

A small floof,

Who liked to goof,

Was such a funny one.

She liked her people’s bed,

And being scratched on the head,

But really loved the sun.

Kibble was tasty.

And she never ate hasty,

Nor was other food shunned.

Then it was off to sleep,

Another day to keep,

And dreams about all that she’d done.