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!!

 

For Jessica and Daniel

     This mutt is their delight,

Whilst Toby, stomach nicely full,

      Thinks that his life’s all right!

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