Bella

Gingerly, Lis opened the door

Saw us, and quickly stomped out,

My jaw dropped as the stole round her neck

had black eyes and a very long snout.

Orphaned by the harvester, but then saved

Has been reared ever since by Mark's Lis

She sleeps alone in a box in her room

Use of kitty litter makes extra bliss.

Lis takes her with her, even to Church

When I saw them I nearly croaked

Lucas ran with great fear to his dad

Anna smiled shyly and stroked

“No need to fear her – she's really prey,

so usually she'll run quickly away”

But each time I put my foot out of bed,

I thought her 53rd tooth mark might stay.

A furry ball hurled at my feet,

Only doggy Hank, but I withdrew

He's losing his hair – flees or bites I ask

Couldn't tell his fluff from his poo.

“Don't be a wimp, she's soft as a kit

Her golden fleece very svelte”

Her opossom image I was gladly to forego

Bella's much misnamed, I felt.