Biscuit Poem by Jane Kenyon
Biscuit
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.
Interesting little poem this, about power and how it offends us because we know we misuse it at times. However I know you wouldn't give your poor doggy a stone.....or would you? ; o)))) Ruthie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 12:21:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful. Am I the only one to find amazing wonder in these simple yet deep words?