He Does Not Shun Me

He does not shun me for my size.
For indolence would I despise
A new hot-bellied pup
Quick of breath blunt of mewl
Nosing for a rusk or gruel?
Gauge by husk a burgeoned grain
Scold rain for inane descent
Or rose for cold and cruel intent?
Deny a riant root or vine
A drunken right to cling and twine?

Or smooth them all with soft of palm
Sing them soothing of their charm?

Sumangali Morhall
March 2005