Words I mediated on this morning…

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, from “Otherwise: New and Selected Poems”

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