Peanut (2010)

Cringe, as I remove

Crust from your aching

Eyes, swelled from

Infection and irritation.

Wag your tail, as I

Scratch your back

And in between your

Large ears that point

Up to the skies

Like little radars.

You sniff your way

Around the floor

Because you can’t see

Worth a flip anymore.

You bang into the door

Of your own crate.

You’re still cute, though.