Puppy Love (wordle # 133)

Ah, the love for small, miraculous creations!

She's so tiny one's impulse is to whisper.

I kneel before her and stare

at each little whisker and claw.

She toddles, bandy-legged

under the sofa, where,

lost and invisible in the shadows,

she emits small whimpers.

Outside, in the infinite grandness,

she follows me

smelling new smells

and licking dew off the leaves.

I see afresh

the beauty of the simple things,

close to the ground.

When she wanders off

I feel the distance between us

and the precarious nature of being,

and being cared for.

A tender balance, not precise.

No bigger than my two fists

her little spark lights my day.

(Infinite, hit, invisible, emits, rhythm, impulse, distance, kneel, creation, whisperings, fists, precise. )