Verse For a Certain Dog

 (excerpt)
  by Dorothy Parker

 Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
  Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
  All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise.
  (For Heaven's sake, stop worrying that shoe!)
  You look about, and all you see is fair;
  This mighty globe was made for you alone.
  Of all the thunderous ages, you're the heir.
  (Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)

A skeptic world you face with steady gaze;
  High in young pride you hold your noble head,
  Gayly you meet the rush of roaring days.
  (Must you eat puppy biscuit on the bed?)
  Lance-like your courage, gleaming swift and strong,
  Yours the white rapture of a winged soul,
  Yours is a spirit like a Mayday song.