An Ode to My Poodle Mix, Nikki
She's a welcome relief from all the election chaos.
Between the upcoming election chaos and terrible wars abroad, I need a distraction. Guess what? There it was, right in front of me. That distraction is my wonderful pet dog, Nikki. With Nikki around Trump, all the MAGA lunatics can go to hell. I hope you are not bothered by my bluntness, but I’m fed up. However, I have my daughters, sons-in-law, grandson, friends, and Nikki. So I present my amateur effort at a poem.
Before you read my poem, be aware that I am most definitely not a poet. This is a rare adventure into the unknown and mysterious world of writing poetry, so readers beware.
I am 82 years old and a widower who lives alone. Alone?? No, I do not live alone. I live with my incredible toy poodle mix rescue, Nikki. So, here is my effort. Please be gentle about criticism.
An Ode to My Toy Poodle Mix
Oh, tiny paws, soft and light,
By my side, both day and night.
Thirteen years, you've shared with me,
A rescued heart, now running free.
Fluffy coat, in black or gray,
You brighten up the cloudiest day.
With eyes so warm, so full of grace,
You make the world a kinder place.
You snuggle close, you understand,
A loving nudge, a gentle hand.
Through every laugh, and every tear,
You've stayed right by, year after year.
No grander friend could I have known,
In you, my love has found its home.
Sweet poodle mix, with heart so true,
Life's a joy because of you.
How can you not love a face like that?
I also have an older dog I can relate and your poem is tender and heartfelt
She is a welcome relief and so is the ode to her!