Returning from the day I reach the front door Before I turn, I hear the scamper Excitement on 4 legs...jumping...squeaking Entering, looking for family Are they home, do they care? All wrapped up in their world Growing, changing, on their own Love is there, but scattered, sporadic All but that of the the fuzzy one The one who can only know the present Does not worry for the future Nor regret the past and Asks for nothing but my love Now, in the moment, in this moment So happy, so joyful, so free