walked out to the car
to know the world for a few minutes.
push-laying next to old man e,
i noticed him standing at his pillow;
a look of frustration as he cocked his chin
toward every place he frequents,
looking for the biscuit i had given him
he likes them
only if he has no other offer
of bacon’d treats.
in the kitchen,
his small grunt-growls ordered me
“give beggin strips.”
–yeah, i did.