Perceived Miracles
I walk in the door,
my dog is there to greet me
furiously wagging his tail,
whilst sniffing around my shopping bags,
He has that suspicious perplexed
look on his face,
One I’ve seen it many times before
I know what he’s thinking,
how the hell I can come home
with a fully cooked chicken in a bag,
yet he cannot find so much as a stale roadkill,
when out for a walk
I look back at him incredulous too,
do you really think chickens
just immolate themselves,
then jump cooked into a bag,
to be picked up by me along the street
He’s still looking perplexed
as I dole out his share,
Then imperceptibly our curiosity
and suspicion of each other evaporates,
as we polish off this beautiful creature,
Soon I’m licking my fingers,
and the real miracle happens
when I say,
Hey Siri! put the TV on Ch 8,
and on comes the sports news
The dog too is thoroughly engrossed,
licking his/erm himself
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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