February 6: A Sonnet by Giovanni, a Dog Who May Be Part Cat

Giovanni on the stairs

Obtaining sustenance is such a chore
That there are days I lack the will to try.
For why should I have kibble on the floor
When lovely odors drift down from on high?

And when I leap to that ambrosial place
My inborn grace receives no word of praise.
I’m shooed away, my bowl shoved in my face,
And fixed in an unblinking, baleful gaze.

But when I deign to nose my meager meal,
I jump, when in the corner of my eye
A sudden movement! I spin on my heel,
And find my tail. It’s hard to recognize!

And if there’s nothing better I could do
I might consent to take a bite or two.

Advertisements

4 responses to “February 6: A Sonnet by Giovanni, a Dog Who May Be Part Cat

  1. “But what it really fully most me bums
    Is that I have no opposable thumbs…”

  2. The fridge and counter are my enemies,
    Because they are impediments to cheese.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s