In my youth, chewing, running away, selective hearing
filled my days.
Now here I lay dreaming
of youth gone by
the fun I've had learning
becoming, being, now content.
Knowing the best place is beside the warm fire
at my masters feet
knowing I have food in my bowl
and kindness from my masters hand.
I have learned not to stray and that
it is not wise to wander too far.
I've learned wisdom to listen, to chew on my toys and
leave masters shoes.
My life is good.