Feeding Time. Poem by D.A. Woods

Feeding Time.



A dog sits outside lazily awaiting the return of his superior waiter.
For it has been a day since he has been in the masters cafe.

Will he have the horse soul pate?

The waiter slowly appears with a bowl.

ready to take his order.

Sunday, January 17, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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