My Little Basil

My Little Basil

My little Basil, how I love thee. Let me count the ways!
Your little pink nose spasmodically twitches in greeting as I peer into your pink igloo.
Your ears are slightly crumpled, not quite erect, like bed-head when you wake up.
Your great yawns showing your tiny tongue and big, pointy teeth.
Your folded front paws as you stand erect on your back feet.
Your odd habit of insisting on the corners of your cage being free of shavings.
How you deliciously relish stretching your front paw and opposite back paw.
Our game that I hand you food and you store it away.
How you look like a doughnut peach when you have your cheeks stuffed to maximum capacity.
You seem to be training for a marathon--hamster ball division.
And if I could enter you in that marathon, I know you'd win.
Uncannily, you come out of your igloo and look at me, just as I'm heading to work.
Full of character, cautious, cute, quirky--my little Basil.