King Mosley

You think you are the Roi des rois

And you are only 9 months old

You want to eat everything

And you get mad when we don’t give you enough attention

King Mosley

I was disappointed when even as a puppy

you wouldn’t let me cuddle you

at least not for very long

You were too busy

searching for adventure

chasing fallen leaves

and empty pop bottles

and otherwise exploring your kingdom

And so I wait

until from your corner, atop your throne

I see your eyelids droop

and your head bow

too tired to bark another command

And I take you in my arms

And I put the King to sleep