How do they steal hearts?
Miniature versions of promise,
rapid growth and gradual change.
Soft souls wrapped in warm fur,
kind spirits oozing through soft eyes.
Overflowing with delight,
playful creatures learning and teaching.
Twitching whiskers move wild tails,
quiet walks find peaceful sleep.
When the thievery stops,
a piece of heart dies.
Very nice!!
Am touched, as always, by that big heart in that big man’s body.