Elvis.

I am going to write a poem about Elvis, my dog! I love him so much. And I've not been spending much time with him. And I think it would be nice to write a poem about him because he is amazing. I love him.

Bark. A bark. He barks.

Sounds running through the air, diffusing, whispering into my ears-

Of excitement with a sad heart which I fear.

I might be brave, but in my heart, I tear.

Those black fathomless marbly eyes, like beetles suffocating for life,

Smiling back at me showing me love.

Love so understanding and loyal that I do not deserve.

Each movement of his muscle controlled by the weaken nerves I observe.

His tail it wags. Like a metronome on ecstacy. Crazy. Happy. Beautiful.

Each milli second, it wags. A blow of happiness is diffused into his heart of gold,

Looking at me with those eyes, those eyes again. Telling me that love will never grow old.

That nose, which I so often felt and touch, always so moist and cold.

Elvis, you are one in a million dog years.

If only I could convert this to a bark and read it to you, into your brown-patched ears,

And we would look at each other.

And I would ruffle your ear. And I would tear.