My Terrier
I sat at my desk, watching my terrier paw pillows
on my bed in order to make a nest.
I said to my terrier, "If I had the money, I would build
a fine tunnel from the bedroom
to your own dog-den, a safe area of rest.
There, you could sometimes go and live dog life
at dog's life best."
I beamed at her with my suggested benevolence.
My terrier then collapsed into my pillows-
Unimpressed.
Copyright © Scott Campbell | Year Posted 2022
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