I am the kind of pup that people notice…

I am the kind of pup that people notice…
Always stopping to make a fuss…
It is like I’m some sort of strange and mysterious pup…
Different from all the rest.

I’m uncomfortable being the biggest show in town…
My silence never complete…
I’m thinking of taking a course in uglification…
Become a blonde, shaggy, ghoulish, ghost.

Picture me for a moment, as a long-haired hyena…
Moving quickly through the darkness…
Always against much bigger odds…
The rivers of antelope dividing around me.

Why is it that sometimes I’m not happy with the way I am?
Not content with the joyful sound of a waterfall?
I should be reveling in the sky, clear and spacious…
Standing, in humility, solid and full.

I guess sometimes I’m not too fond of my beautiful me…
Yet I am so blessed to be who I am…
There are so many other pups kicked, beaten and called all kinds of horrible names…
Kind of puts things back into perspective.

I love you,

Annie