Biscuit
Read 'Biscuit' by 'Jane Kenyon' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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