The dog has cleaned his bowl <br />and his reward is a biscuit, <br />which I put in his mouth <br />like a priest offering the host. <br /> <br />I can't bear that trusting face! <br />He asks for bread, expects <br />bread, and I in my power <br />might have given him a stone.<br /><br />Jane Kenyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/biscuit/
