Little Lung

You learned to swim  long before
you'd ever met the water,
and I recall a Winter
in which you met the air.
Sign a line on yellowed paper
to call you ours and give a name.
I remember your first day:
I, and sticky, honey carpets,
snatching at your claws
before you'd learnt to lift
your feet upon entering a room.
And now your nose is black
and knows what it can sense:
the scents the same as yesterday.
Morning
and you nudge the door,
smelling my name on its frame.
And now,
here you are,
lying like
a little lung
between my feet at
the bottom of my bed.

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

this is sooooooooo cute :).

[Steph]

this is so cute, it flowed really nicely and i liked the description you gaave. good job :)