An Awkward Kind of Warmth

A pug who snores and grunts in her sleep,

Who doesn't regonize rich from cheap.

With a curled tail and a slant to her walking, 

And enjoys peering over curtains for people watching.

Who finds happiness at the bottom of peanut butter jars

With a friendly wrinkled nose who will even say hi to passing cars.

To watch people quarrel from a few feet above,

Not understanding words but can feel the love.

To find happiness, a simple life to live.

It's the only way to life affective.