PICK OF LITTER
E. Katie Gammill, TheDogPlace.org Exhibition Editor - June 2014
There are seven in the box,
one is the defender of the hind teat,
bird-like, this tiny female gender
is insulted by the eye dropper
and clings tight as a tick.
This determined little mouse-like pup
on the milk gland sticks.
Weaning time brings crunchy food,
her offering is gruel.
Flashing an indignant look,
she stomps into a crowded nook
of furry bodies. Her growl scatters all
like feathers in the wind,
her tail stiff with victory
dares all dispute her claim.
Survival of the fittest in this case,
does not apply,
her ego claims a larger space
than the litter in entire.
Swollen, she falls asleep,
a tiny turtle sunning
all relaxed and satisfied
upon a rock of tummy.
all puppies leave, but one.
She fills my lap with courage
and I am undone.
Wrapped around her little paw by impudence amazing,
Her imperfections fill my heart and tell me I am losing.
Her thundering footsteps follow me,
she makes our home smile,
the smallest package is our prize.
She makes our life worth while.
Dedicated to Indian Creek Energizer
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