Richard Allen Beevor
Supper For One - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor
I looked sideways at the dog,
he grinned sleepily,
in that moment I felt us as brothers
two souls entangled by time.
We watched the cat eat its food,
me impatiently, him greedily,
would he snatch it away
if given the opportunity, Yes!
The cat glanced up at us,
me thankfully (for the food)
the dog warily, ready to stand firm
not knowing the big rugged dog was a wimp.
I petted the cats head,
he purred lovingly,
the big rugged dog
sat back resigned to wait
his food bowl empty
dinner wolfed down an hour before,
the cat finished, always leaving some,
I watched him walk away
his air of grace impervious to the waiting dog,
I snatched the bowl away
placing it hidden in the cupboard
the dog saw the game was up
he slunk away dejectedly
finding solace in his warm bed.
The cat headed for the greener grass,
replete in his feeding time,
the dog soon snored loudly,
the cat rolled in the pleasant sun
and I wished my life away,
rocking gently on the old front porch.
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