old man e

i had

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

hours earlier–

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.

had to.