With apologies to William Shakespeare’s As You Like It, Act II Scene VII.
All the world’s a stage,
And all canines upon it merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one dog in his day plays many parts,
His acts being six ages.
At first, the puppy,
Snuggling with his litter mates,
Warm at momma’s side.
Then the happy junior,
Chewing everything in sight,
Drooling on humans much-beloved
In his forever home.
And next the adult, quite content,
Who knows his home and family,
Where best to snuffle for fresh scents,
Prepared to defend pack and den.
And then mature,
In fair round belly with good kibbles lined,
Escorting his owner on long walks,
Calm and wise with muzzle graying;
And so he plays his part.
The fifth age shifts
To senior dog,
His youthful energies, now rationed
For the occasional rabbit,
Deep baying sometimes hoarse,
Still willing, even as his legs betray.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Wags and smiles when hears his name,
Content within his doggie bed.
With thanks to livescience.com for the age of dogs and cats. Write your own version 🙂 We especially need a cat poem.