Ebony (Day 4)

I saw her first when she was a pup,
Her eyes sparkled whenever she was up.

Ebony was was a soft ball, so tiny,
A coat of black, thick and shiny.

Her first touch was a small paw,
On my arm she always rested her jaw.

This dear creature reflected my inner self to me,
My truest nature was there to see.

Through her I knew that I may do some wrongs,
But quickly repent and let them be bygones.

My pet was always there to receive me at the door,
For her gentle touch, you'd often find me on the floor.

And whenever my expectations from others were too high,
I was reminded of her simple smile after the sigh.

That life is beautiful in being an unconditional lover,
Ebony's eveready approach, taught me to be a giver.

For she effortlessly overcame our anger on her naughtiness,
Her motto was simple: gentle love was happiness.