The Gathering
They gather at my desk where the treats are kept
every morning, every noon, every evening
They know it is their treat time
Little Genghis begs with authority
impatient he will jump and lean on my leg
Kublia just sits there and stares
with big sad eyes he stares
Not moving a muscle eyes transfixed on me
waiting for his treat
Sassy is confused, new to the game she follows the crowd
Sniffing to see what's in the air
Not sure what's going on but then
I open the treat jug lid
and Kublia starts dancing up and down
first his front paws down to his hind legs
I swear he's grinning now
Ghengis lets out a happy howl
he licks his lips barking with glee
runs around the chair I sit.
Sassy looks but does not know
First treat goes to Genghis who flees under
the desk to eat his treasure
Second treat to Kublia who snaps it tight
and heads for his bed with his treat delight
Sassy is third and gingerly accepts hers
softly holding it in her mouth she lays down
wagging her tail, so this is what all the fuss is about.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2022
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