Leftover Morsels



Two morsels of food, one egg, one bread

Left on plate each morning for dog's head

Then - hurriedly eaten up by her all at once

After, she stands in middle of floor, munched



Taking up every single inch of passing space

Making it impossible for me to pass her place

Without stepping high over her quite taut body

Sometimes, I don't make it, tripping quite badly



And as I reach out to grab something to keep balance

She bounces around as if she meant to cause me malice

But if I should lose my grasp and then tumble to floor

Then she nuzzles up close to me apologetically, with paws



Reaching out to touch my arms, legs or even my face

Trying to right things wronged, as I then stare into space

Pondering whether I should reprimand her quite sternly

Or just cuddle on up to her, and hug her so very fondly



Most of the time it's the latter behavior which takes me

For I know she never really meant to hurt or maim - see?

All she wants to do is remind me who is the queen of house

And she does it well - for then, I'm just as quiet as a mouse



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

9:55am Friday Feb. 13th, 1998



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