I’m a creature made for doing nothing…
Yet, somehow, I’m a holy object…
I just sit and watch one full moon after another…
Reigning my little world like a queen (my butlers are my subjects…)
I don’t know how to do life without kibble (no coyote in me at all…)
I take each right and left without a second thought…
I love to stare at the night sky…
And imagine it a river of spilled milk.
Every-time, I smell a rose I forget everything I was thinking…
I think this may be the best drug ever…
Each morning, I stretch my naked legs…
And wander out into a day that is beyond beautiful.
For me, this is true wisdom…
Not caring if I accomplish anything…
Because I know myself…
I know everyone else.
My love for you is pure…
It is a feeling so vast it echoes…
Each time I find myself close to you…
I can’t stop my tail from thumping with joy.
I love you,
Annie