Yorkie

Why would God create a Yorkie?

I sought an answer in great dusty halls,
Searching thick volumes stacked on the walls,
Written in languages no one can speak,
But found no answers to the question I seek.

I climbed the Himalayans to speak to the sage,
And sought the witch doctors from every age,
Alchemy and magic provided no clue,
To answer this question so long overdue.

Neither Shamans or Seers nor Priests even knew,
And secret cave writings gave me no clue.
Neither height of the mountain nor depth of the sea,
Provided a hint of an answer for me.

Finally, in anguish I fell to my Knee,
“Lord can you provide this answer for me?
I know you can do whatever you please,
Why would you curse me with this Yorkie?”

His answer came quicker than a vet bill,
As loud as a bark, piercing and shrill.
There is a reason for this heavenly bless,
Though you don’t understand or can even make guess.

You may think your strong and have power enough,
But you’ll be defeated by this little fluff.
There’ll be no peace, your ears will ring hard,
Just ‘cause a cat walks near your back yard.

You may think you’re brave and keenly alert
And will face any danger that you can’t avert,
But a shrill piercing yap in your ear at night,
Will drive you into a terrible fright.

You’ll walk him outside every cold-wet day,
But he’ll go when he’s ready no matter your say.
He is well trained, behaves when your there,
But when he’s upset, sneakily marks your best chair.

You lay in your bed with mischievous schemes
Thwarted when he comes bounding between.
He’s only five pounds, mostly fur and fluff,
But will drive you to your knees in less than a huff.

So, listen my son, I’ve told you true.
Why I gave that little Yorkie to you.
You think you are wise and have a strong will,
But need a hard lesson in humility still.