My Little Prince

A poem about my white chihuahua.

My Little Prince

 

his face is so sweet

as he sits by my feet

on my futon watching

me eat a fig newton

 

with his snowy white hair

and the glare of his

innocent green eyes

 

he starts growling at me

and barks for a bite

of the luscious treat

that he thinks is meat 

that I hold close to my 

lips in my hand

 

with his navy wool

sherlock holmes

trench coat on

fitted for his six pound body

I can't help but smile

and laugh at him

 

he may be a dog

but my life spins around his

he's my little prince

that steals my heart

every night

 

he's all the dog

a girl could ever wish for

 

I love him so much

my little Piglet

Author's Note

He's the love of my life, my little dog. His name is Piglet and he's my little white chihuahua. He has the heart of a warrior. He'd do anything to defend me, which is more than the men in my life have done. He's so sweet. I love him dearly. He' and my other chihuahua are what kept me getting out of bed and working after my break-up. I new that I had to be responsible for their little heartbeats and for food to put into their little mouths. I love myself, but sometimes I believe that they've taught me to love myself. They see great things in me that I never see. Piglet has a lot of character and a fierce nature for a little dog. I always laugh and say that he thinks that he's a pitbull. He had no idea that he weighs about 7 pounds. I love him a lot. He's my little prince.