Biscuit by Jane Kenyon
At the moment, my dearest dog (who did indeed receive a biscuit after eating her dinner like a good girl) is sleeping sprawled out on her bed with the tip of her pink tongue poking out. She’s also emitting tiny little snores. She is so incredibly cute that I can hardly stand it!
Biscuit
By Jane Kenyon
The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.
I can’t bear that trusting face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and I in my power
might have given him a stone.
