I think my butlers are a little confused…

I think my butlers are a little confused…
They think that I am their pup…
I’m not sure where they got that idea…
Because, the reality is, I am not their pup, they are my humans.

I have a lot of time to contemplate these things…
With all my alone time eating fixings I pull out of the trash…
Today it is just me and a half of a blueberry muffin…
Boy, this would go great with a cup of tea.

But I pay attention to all the movements of my butlers…
I’m amazed that they were created with such remarkable detail…
Humans seem to have a great amount of contrast…
Fashioned like works of art.

I always try to bring them peace…
Strumming the air into music…
Awakening a magical green paradise…
Reminding them when they are sad…
Yes, you will be happy again.

I ask them to follow me to the mountains…
Where poems are written on cliffs of stone…
Helping them to find, once again, their natural rhythm…
So, they can be at peace.

I take good care of my humans!

I love you,

Annie