Like an owl in a tree, he stared at me,
His head turning slow, from side to side.
His expression was wise, shined in his eyes,
But what he thought, he did not confide.
Like a bird on the ground, what had he found,
A worm wriggling there on the path?
Whatever it was, he hid it because
He hated to incur someone's wrath.
Like a cat who was sat, on the kitchen mat,
Surveying a bowl full of milk,
He purred with delight, not a pretty sight,
Standing there wearing purest silk.
Like a dog with a bone, he started to moan,
When he'd finally buried it deep
Being the dog he was, he licked his dirty paws,
Insisted that bone was one he'd keep.
Like an owl and a bird, and a cat the third,
Such a dog you may just not know.
He gets so grumpy too,just like me and you;
Despite it all, we do love him so.