My friend Lexie
Brown, black, and white.
Big dots and little dots,
Pleasing to the sight.
An independent spirit,
She knows the world through sense,
Sniff, hearing and vibrations,
Of the tall ones passing thence.
The nighttime is so special,
As she curls up close and sweet,
Two dreamers voyage through the night,
At sunrise she retreats!
Reclaiming her prerogative,
She leaps into the world,
“Don’t pick me up!, her attitude,
I love that Lexie girl.