Tulip’s eyes change according to
The degree of mischievousness
Or level of contentment,
Fighting gravity when overtaken by sleepiness.
Yellow irises (and no; they’re not jaundiced)!
Are split right down the middle by obsidian irises.
And when she feels naughty, her face narrows
Into a moue - a grimace.
Totally devoted to her owner -
Or - does SHE own me?
Tulip provides a divine serenity
Despite mutual bones of contention.
She’s made it well known
That she will jump up to land upon
Whatever, wherever she pleases;
All obstacles are permanently ignored.
Why do I put up with her misbehaving ways,
Excusing the worst kind of shenanigans?
She's an entertaining companion who
Loves ME, despite my humanity.
Some things just ARE
The way they are meant to be.
Tulip loves her owner. (Ahem). That’s me.
We’re both worth it. Don’t you agree?
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