Love Bomb

A Canine Poem

My Baby Birdie — Photo by Wendy Cohan

My dog, Birdie, is full of hearts.
One tiny, reddish heart on each cheek,
Blue hearts on her speckled tongue,
A huge heart in the swirl of hair on her brindle chest.
Hearts in her eyes as she stares at me
In the morning, her head nearly on my pillow,
Her tail thumping on the bedspread,
In hopeful anticipation of my awakening.
Birdie was born of love, born to love, pure love.
My older dog, crabby and impatient,
Rejects every attempt even to make peace,
But Birdie will never give up.
She sends him little love bombs with earnest
Vocalizations beyond my human hearing.
But, still, loud enough to make him bark,
Get up, and leave the room.