âWhat would you like?â Mom says to me
As we move through the aisles of Pet Expo
Passing animals with eager eyes
Sweet as they are, I donât really know?
Perhaps a dog? A fluffy Maltese?
A Golden Retriever with cuddly paws?
But in their gaze I see remnants of wolves
Slashing me up with the power of their jaws
Maybe a cat, with pretty black fur
Who purrs as she rubs herself against my leg
Or is she...