It fell from the masters table.
Pets would snaffle it if able.
"Why!,' yelled the master, 'are you dumb?
You grapple over one mere crumb!
You both have big bowls full of food.
You're so ungrateful! That's just rude.
Nevertheless, you mortal things,
So much joy your company brings."
The dogs wag their tails happily.
They play and jump with child like glee.
What would man do without his friend?
With whom would precious time he'd spend?
Ponder this and your rage will numb
When your dog takes away your crumb.
These furry friends enrich our life.
They comfort us in times of strife.
Written 13th January 2022
For the C Forms - Couplet contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2022
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