The golden down above his chocolate eyes,
imbibed with sunlight caught in morning play,
the darling brows, which twitch into surprise
each time I try and leave him for the day.
I love the lion arms, the sphinx’s pose,
the clicking steps which echo down the hall,
the patch of fur that’s darker, on his nose,
his condescension when he’s thrown a ball.
I love the silky honey-coloured ears,
Which twitch so sweetly when he listens hard,
The way, despite the weight of all his years,
He's still so rough-and-tumble in the yard.
My life is wretched when we are apart,
My darling boy, the master of my heart.