Kimba

• Jesse Webb-smith, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2005

At night
with milky puppy breath
she whispers tiny dreams and
curls around my warm body.

In her sleep,
she snuffles
she runs
she kicks.

In the morning light
with the sound of a fire engine she stretches and yawns.
Little streams of warm pee
quietly fill up the spaces between the tiles.

With her tiny teeth nibbling my toes
we make our way to breakfast to begin our day.