“Black over-friendly and needy Labrador”

In the sunlit kitchen, shadows caper—  
One shadow wags with thunderous zeal;  
A Labrador, hue midnight paper,  
Whose heart no mortal wound can seal.  
His fur absorbs the gold of morning,  
His eyes are melted chocolate deep;  
He claims the couch without a warning—  
A prince whose kingdom is your feet.

You stand; his hopeful tail’s a metronome,  
A drum of longing, a patient plea—  
“Where do you wander? Don’t you roam!  
Your side’s precisely where I’ll be.”  
He noses books, upends a shoe,  
His velvet ears like flags of glee;  
Your lap, his rightful avenue,  
He leaps as if he weighs a pea.

Yet who could fault that velvet face  
For wanting love, for giving more?  
He follows at a shadow’s pace—  
From sink to window, couch to door.  
He greets the postman with delight,  
And neighbors he has never met;  
No ounce of wariness or spite—  
The champion of the neighborhood pet.

He gathers clouds of shed, black hair,  
A testament to all he’s near,  
Yet in those eyes—devotion rare,  
A world where love outweighs our fear.  
O needy shadow, everywhere,  
You nuzzle troubles far away;  
A lesson wrapped in silky care:  
The friend who’s never far astray.

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