Animal

 She’s an Animal

She’s got cat power,

that one gal of mine,

and that’s just one reason

she’s my valentine.

She’s got cheetah speed,

when it comes to what’s right.

If you’re thinking I love her,

you know I just might.

She has an elephant’s memory

after all of these years,

fifty-two and counting,

most of them dears.

She has the mischief of monkeys

when it hits her, the mood,

her teasing’s outrageous,

her jokes mostly good.

She’s not tall, no giraffe,

more koala in size,

but height doesn’t matter,

she’s the light of my eyes.

She’s saved me from goofs,

gives me reasons to smile,

likely forever, 

and that’s a long while.