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Biscuit

Rating: 4.2

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.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 10 October 2015

Beautiful. Am I the only one to find amazing wonder in these simple yet deep words?

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Ruth Walters 07 December 2009

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

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