Ode to Mr. Perfect Paws
Four legged deity, with your gracious thumping tail.
Wash my feet with your holy tongue.
My backyard forager, finding all things putrid to offer as communion.
You crunch a squirrel carcass.
“This is my body.”
I don’t promise to repeat the ritual in remembrance of you.
I swear instead, to start each day kissing your sacred floppy ears.
I know an eternity wouldn’t be long enough of watching your frito feet twitch each night as you sleep.
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love ” frito feet twitch”
“wash my feet with your holy tongue” is so relatable to parents of pets who think they rule the world, lol