Sweet Muzzle

by

Phil Pochurek

Loving is the look behind brown eyes
With ears soft and warm to the touch
Cuddled in close for the nuzzle,
Lapping up kisses from under cold noses
From under your hand or against your cheek
Comes up a loving and warm sweet muzzle.
Fur soft kisses with milkbone breath remind you
Of all that love from your four legged friends
Whose giggling lips that howl at the moon
Bring you dead birds and random sticks
Then turn around and lick their rear ends.
When legs go flailing and tongues go sailing
Flapping in the wind
Running across a summer day,
It’s all you can do to keep up with them
When they’re ready to play.
There’s nothing like a thirsty dog
And a garden hose with a nozzle.
Barking and biting for every drink
Wetting down that sweet muzzle.
Back off running they’ll chase you down
With slobbering jibs from their last guzzle
But it doesn’t matter if pure love is wet
When it comes from your dogs sweet muzzle.

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