I see everything through
tortoise shell and dog brain--
it's all in an effort at honesty that I'm filling you in up front.
My cheaters might be rose-colored or dark as molasses--
you'll have to decide, based upon
my attitude, subtle cues, and giveaway pratfalls.
Okay, maybe I've been panting after you, like you think.
I'm more tortoise than hare,
so you'd better invite me by degrees after all,
perhaps by post or
smoke signals, because once startled I'm gone and it's a job to get me back.
So what d'you think? Never mind.
Ever since I turned seven hundred years old, I'm not as rash
as I used to be.
Nonetheless, play your cards right and I could be
keen for your bed, hogging it,
living for nothing but to make you happy, Master, but still
prone to wander,
chase my tail,
and act stupid at the drop of a hat.