Black Beauty Poem by Ranjith Vijayan

Black Beauty

The day I brought her home
she had no particular form
she was a small black fur ball.
My sis thought she was a doll
took it in her hands only to feel the warmth
the love we gave her, there was no dearth
she ate and grew & ate and grew
damaged things quite a few
she came and when she left
everything was in a mess
she barked and she fought
she chased the cats around
she begged for food
and always got the best share
she was not the best guard for sure
but she made sure none got near
she had her way with everyone
and made sure she got a pat from near and dear
lovely thing that she's
I would want her there all my life
though the poor thing doesn’t know
her's is so short
but I know she'd make my life worth it
every moment that she spends for me
that's my pet
my black beauty
my very own sweet doggy- mickie.