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THE ETERNAL OPTIMIST
By Josie Whitehead
An optimist sits on the floor
And gazes at the table
And, in his mind, digests the food
As well as he is able.
He has a nose that soaks up smell;
His mouth drools with delight.
His mind’s alert and two brown eyes
Watch every move in sight.
He hopes a hand will come his way
And bring a piece of steak.
He’s learnt it’s rude to snap at this
And gently he must take.
He hears the human voices drawl
In endless conversation,
But do they heed that he is there,
Alert but in frustration?
Who ordered that a dog must wait -
Come second to mankind?
A whine goes up, a sigh is given;
Are all his family blind?
The empty plates are gathered up
And go towards the door.
His master walks towards his dish
That sits upon the floor.
The owner of this dish appears.
His tail wags with delight.
When meaty scraps go on his dish,
His dream’s fulfilled tonight!!
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NOTE: Vets tell us not to feed animals human food, and especially sweets etc. It can make them overweight and also ill. Don't encourage them to sit by the table expectantly. Josie