Poem: Jazz

Jazz

We didn’t just get a dog yesterday

We got LOVE walking

And jumping, and licking and snuggling

And tickling and – hey, watch out for that tail!

Humor in bold black and white

Her pointy ears catching everything

Even your breath.

Gangly and awkward, yet fitting in

All in a moment

Nothing subtle or gradual

She’s “plunk, plunk, plunk; plunk, plunk, plunk”

Like Jon Batiste on the piano or

Pied Pipering through the neighborhood,

Increasing us by one

Our joy by ka-jillions!

                                           by Jane Rockwell