Greetings, Mr.Bruno
Tall as a hectoring command
Sturdy as an oak tree bark
You curious giant!
With your drum like head
and strident leaps,
A brown pirate patch around
those sleep deprived eyes,
You manage your sixth sense.
Dabbing those enormous
paws in chocolate sludge
and covered in a coat of fur
in the middle of monsoon
showers.
Bruno, you heckle striped
squirrels, chasing them all
around boundary walls,
Like a burly cop without
uniform.
A seeming seniority even
for a toddler like him.
Not a care in the world for
him.
Even as kids call him the big
one,
He minds his precocious tilt,
alert and always the overseer,
Every wag of his tail stuffed
with a new sound
Every point of excitement
settling on his ears.
Greetings,Mr.Bruno,
for the way you stand over
those tiny walls,
tuck that tongue in.
No other child of innocence
can compete with your
rituals.
Self satisfied and full of
pride, blessed by the lineage
Saint Bernard tracing your
line.
Mr.Bruno, in these two years
your sights have seen dime a
dozen.
The gentle giant,
adoration fails to fit your title
The most seemly live stuffed
toy ever seen.
Greetings to you,
till I see you tomorrow.
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# this poem is for the pet St. Bernard named Bruno ,who lives next door. I guess humans can hardly become a part of my horizon, not when such lively beings abound .
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