Treasure Island

Jane Kenyon

(1947-1995 / United States)

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.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Ruth Walters (12/7/2009 4:03:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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