My Puppy James Poem by Chulsoo Kim

He wakes up in the morning,
opens eyes with purity and clearness
in order to forward the touch of black and shining hair
which has kept from his mommy's belly,
breathes in a row toward the openness
letting him be together with me,
and jumps up on my widened knees.
He gushes out the living fever.
His facing toward circumstances which comes from
the dream familiar with a few hours of darkness
meets mine
and drives the chilled vigor of morning
occupying the inside of room to the corner.
During I am checking around the room
whether he does urine and feces
his joyful run flies from here to there.
His high jump pleased with the preparation of feed and water
warms up the break of day.
The sound of having feed which will go into empty stomach
and be enengy for a quater of a day
is fast as well loud.
I bring his small but surged movenent
in my heart with standing by him.