My loving dog makes me truly happy,
yet I know that his love fills me with hope
and I know that he can never snappy.
I often feel like I can mope around.
Rocket’s brown eyes are always full of joy,
and yet I know that it can be a ruse.
He does what he wants to enjoy the day,
and I often fell the ungodly blues.
As I know that we love to play along,
and yet I know that we both have the faith.
As my pet is often headstrong for me,
His eyes are seeing the wraith of something
and his tangled fur is full black like night.
I feel the smack from my pet’s loving paw.