FUR-BALL

by Gwen Austin
Copyright 1998

Fluffy keeshond arrived by chance.
When she performed her dance,
we knew she was ours.
We are still hers for hours.

Mole and mouse-catcher, foot-warmer--yapper.
Crow, plane, gunfire, firecracker
send her into frenzy-yapping.
Woe to those who are napping.

No sound is not worthy
of her yapping unworldly.
So we are sound-safe
in her chosen place.

EXCEPT FOR HER YAPPING!