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“Bunny” with grandson Sean

PICK OF LITTER

There are seven in the box.
One is the defender of the hind teat,
Birdlike, a tiny female gender
is insulted by the eye dropper
and clings tight as a tick.
This determined little mouse
on the milk gland sucks.
Weaning time brings crunchy food,
her offering is gruel.
Flashing an indignant look
she stomps into a crowded nook
of furry bodies. One growl scatters
all like feathers in the wind.
Her tail stiff with victory
dares all respect her claim.
The 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, relaxed and satisfied,
upon her rock of tummy.
Overpowering beauty, all puppies leave,
but one. She fills my lap with courage,
and I am undone.
Wrapped around her little paw
by impudence amusing,
her imperfections fill my heart
and tell me, I am losing.
Thundering footsteps follow me,
she makes our home smile.
The smallest package is the price
that makes our life worthwhile.

(Written for Bunny. She was sold, but no one picked her up. Dad said, “Keep her. She won't eat much!" So she stayed!)