Aarav Patel, Age 11
Big bangs
Big fangs
His bark is a meep
His bite is deep
He wasn’t cheap
Like a new Jeep
One year ago today
Maverick wanted to play
He knew it was the day
Where things would go his way.
We all saw his sister.
But we wanted a mister.
He wanted us to see him
As the daylights started to dim.
Marchee saw him through the glass,
Mav wanted to surpass.
He showed his paw,
Not his claw.
He knew this was the right human,
Like his best crewman.
He said good bye to his sibling,
As he started nibbling.
He sniffed us all,
making sure he wouldn’t fall.
He sat with us all,
wanting to play ball.
We begged to get this dog,
parents’ faces began to fog.
They say yes,
and maverick starts to dress,
for success.
He made a big mess but he is really blessed.
To keep him
not to trim him.
We get some essentials,
for his potential
We will take him home,
We won’t leave him alone.
We head out
with no doubt.
One year has passed,
Mav has maxed
in cuteness
in rudeness
he’s fully grown
but never alone.
Never alone, never again.
Ode to Maverick.
Love, Aarav