Canine Connoisseurs
They are incorrigibly stubborn
yet in their defence we cite
chronology rather than speciesism
in that they are, after all, still
puppies engaging in canine pursuits
however disgusting to our more
fastidious human values. And
while they appreciate no end
after-walking-in-the-woods
treats like Kefir, a decidedly
human choice, they place its taste
and appeal on a par with what
they consider dog-treat-delectable,
nicely aged dog poop. The trade
off, having to walk in a forest
on-leash, not free to browse at
will seems irrelevant to these
lovable little connoisseurs.
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Labels:
Poetry
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