this is a poem about puppies by barbara ras, a human lady

The Sadness of Puppies

Up there, squirrels, teasing and clacking.

Birds, up there, away and away.

Up there, plum flowers, petals falling

everywhere too fast.

Down here, my nose can’t stop.

My tail nearly levitates my whole behind.

Down here, once in a while, a tongue on kid tongue,

often a tongue skin the color inside my ear when it flaps

open and one of them refolds it,

but no one licks back.

Down here, first teeth drop out on the floor.

Down here, feet I like to lie on, warmer.

Up there, she says, “Puppy love.”

Up there, squirrels.