I don’t love you less, although you
Stalk my bare feet in the mornings
Claim rudely half of my toast and
Spill the coffee with a tail wag
When you command most of the couch
By extending your limbs exaggeratedly
I don’t love you less
My little sultan of sofa
I let your head rest on my lap
While I’m writing
You listen amused to the keys’ dance
Your coat is made of caramel
Smells of summer and butterscotch
Your big eyes are full of language
My cat-napping dog
The star of my blog.
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