I sit here and wonder
 in awe at your
  wild ways
The way you
 hoard and the
  way you eat
The way your coat
 changes a silvery
  beige when the daylight
   slips into the winter months
The way you use your
 paws to grasp and hold
  and open doors, leap
   and climb
I wonder at the relatives
 I see inside your movements;
  the playful otter as you
   scoot and slide and roll
    about onto your back
The ferocious mink and
 marten with the glint of
  your sharp teeth as you
   smile at me
How lucky I am to know you!
To have you mouth my fingers
 with affection and lick my
  lips when I hold you up
   to my face to give you kisses.
My life is so green and
 rich since you dooked
  your way into it,
 my hunchbacked
   tiptoeing friend.
I will love you forever.
[Posted in FML issue 1365]