The new baby . . . tugs on my tail, shrieks a hurricane gale,
laughs loud–GUFFAW! as she steps on my paw,
steals my mom’s lap for her afternoon nap,
gurgles and spits, gets applause when she sits.
But she . . . strokes my soft coat, and she tickles my throat,
spills her milk–yum! lets me lick off her thumb,
opens up drawers
I never sniffed in before,
howls in the moonlight
and kisses me goodnight.
She’s still a bit soggy, but her first word was “doggy!” I guess she’s OK. The new baby can stay.…