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