Pi's Lament

There was a pup named Pi.

I am he and he is I.

He was small, soft, and covered in hair

That flopped in the wind whenever it stirred

My human would say I was the apple of her eye

But mischief is the glint in mine.

For I am an explorer, you see

Traveling for the first time to this place of earthlings.

Excited to be here, always searching for more

But bound and unable to do it on my own.

My human was often sad, you see

Not always willing to wander with me.

And so I would cry, tug, and beg

Pleading to go and be one with the land

But she would hang her head and cry

Unable, it seemed, to be my guide.

I tried in all the ways I can

To help her somehow understand.

I pulled tarot to tell my tale

The World reversed, the Two of Swords unveiled.

She would laugh and giggle at me

Then drift away, distractedly.

And so I sit and hang my head

Hoping tomorrow we wander instead.