groans to laughter
what am I, after
riches not
a fool and his are soon parted,
fame not
I have had my fifteen ticks of shame,

time...
to
love...
never will have enough of either with her,
love...
the
time...
have so much gratitude for what has past
and what will be, what we have between her and me.
So what
am I, after...different before I met her.

She puts up with me
when I skip down
grocery store aisles
you see,
she laughs at my
humour and tells
others not to encourage
me,
she knows I can not rub her
back but she asks me any
way, and I may be getting better,
so it is gratitude, I display each
and everyday...maybe she will let me stay.

And the coyotes will
find something else to eat
or starve another night.