Pitta - Patta Of Little Feet Poem by Jerry Behr Number 2

My Children had grown up and left
home ages ago, no more can I hear
their footsteps nor their echoes of
laughter throughout the home.
All that is left now is my missus and
my small dog Buffy. Late in the evening
when I park my car in the backyard
I give Buffy her evening meal.
While carrying her doggy bowl filled
with assorted foods she runs around
my legs making pitta- patta noises with
her little paws. The sound is the closest
resemblance to family life and the
'pitta- patta of little feet.' ©