POEM
My Own Pet
My Own Pet
In deference to the pandemic
I have become my own pet.
I eat and poop and pee, and
once a day I take myself
out for a walk in the woods.
If I see other humans
when I am out in the world
I keep myself away from them.
They say that I don’t bite,
but you can’t be too careful.
Apparently I am spoiled:
I get way too many treats,
and at home I just eat and sleep
and play with all my
electronic toys and try
to learn some new tricks,
even though I am an old dog.
And, with some resistance,
I occasionally get a bath.