I creep quietly and no one sees me, my head hunkers down as
I sneak throughout the house.
I am the colour of darkness, awaiting my moment to strike.
I pause. There is no sound.
I move slowly to prevent any evidence of my movements.
Suddenly,
I hear the master. There is no time to waste.
My desire has overcome my obedience.
I charge forward. I am exceptionally fast.
Her steps come closer.
I jump, snatch the prize, and delve into it's deliciousness.
I have won!
I have -
"Mom! The dog stole the last of the pizza again!"
"Bad dog!"
My powers have been stripped.
I am clumsy, tripping over my tail.
I am embarrassed by the ticking of my feet, and the jingling of my tags as
I race to the mat.
I bow my head in guilt, and thump my tail for mercy.
And then give a big belch.
Satisfaction.
I am again invisible...
2 comments:
I know this "thief" is your dog, but looking at this poem a little deeper than I should, I think the thief is "desire". Deep thoughts....
Notice in the end, he begins his cycle all over again. He never gives up, as does desire?
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