“Ours”, by Jim Herr

She’s long and a light
With hair that’s blonde and shouldn’t be
Smart but won’t tell you ‘cause it shows
She has a trigger
And you better watch out when it’s pulled
She’ll be alright

He’s a 45 pound shadow
Always helping but not really
Funny on purpose and sometimes not
He wants to be like me
And is because he can be easily wounded
But he heals fast and strong

She’s everyone’s favorite
But can be the hardest
And even then you know she’s got you
She’ll get everyone in then get them all out
She’s her mom with a dash of me
Which makes for a mix

They’re ours.