Day 29 of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020! The objective optional prompt is to write a poem about a pet that has or had our heart or has otherwise distinguished him or herself in our hearts and souls. For me, that will take the form of a confessional of sorts about dog recently obtained by one person (my lady love) and named between us two people divided by a nation as this pandemic came crashing down on us.
What Shall We Name Him? by Michael Doyle Such a puppy as this Has the special power With a lick for his kiss To brighten every hour You were looking for the size of a poodle We compromised for a Golden Doodle With his teddy bear flair And without a warning to beware His playfulness stole our hearts Just a word to the wise to impart His energy is beyond all compare And unflinchingly he ensnares What shall we name him? Do you even have a whim? We look up doggie style names While he plays his puppy games What shall we name him? We laugh a smile of a thousand whims Saying each until he responds with a wiggle I laugh and you joyfully giggle We'd tried noble names like Ascher And he just did not bother to answer This turned out to mean "Happy" And though that suited his personality It didn't quite seem to truly suit The core of his personality at the root With another bark and laughing lick Your face lit up as if it found just the trick Our Golden Doodle boy became "Bailey" As he responded with a cuddle quite dashingly We knew, no other name would quite do And so he is now Bailey to me and you Shared socially distanced and over Skype Which for this once, lived up to its hype A sudden triumph of glitchy technology Overcame this circumstance of epidemiology Over the screen, that glow on your face Was just such a glow, I live to embrace Though separated now by the breadth of our nation We managed to name our boy when he reached your destination (c) April 29, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved