Friday, August 8, 2008


In honor of Jack Black, who may never be potty trained, but does know how to sit for a biscuit!


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.

Jane Kenyon

1 comment:

Mary Lee said...

Both the poem and the picture wring my heart like a dishcloth!