The Divine Old Dog Loves Her Treats,

In her corner,

on her dog bed,

right by the warm wood stove,

near the window,

she can keep an eye on the door,

the living room,

the wretched cats who have somehow,

dared to invade her universe.

It is cold outside, hard on

the Divine Old Dog’s arthritic

legs, the deep snow

too much for her to jump through.

The Divine Old Dog loves her treats,

she chews them carefully and thoroughly,

after afternoon.