often times
I remind my cocker spaniel
he is little more than a rat
with cropped tail
and fancy hairdo
otherwise
he is a rat
though he has little care
for a single word I say
he is perfect
at arithmetic
cloudy or not
he wakes at dawn
as if he heard an alarm
to prance about
taking bows
until I respond
to the yearning in his belly
and the tick tock
timer in his head
demanding he be fed
this dog will see and count
the kernels in his bowl
and he will know
if I have not been fair
then an hour goes
he comes back
and then again
until he gets his share
he will not stop
I crawl under covers
lying there pretending
I do not see him glaring
while thinking
I am slave
to a rat
I think I know who wears the pants here, lol. Great poem about being at the mercy of a 'small boss'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, , , , i like the last line... Magnificient write