Classic poem of the day
Nobody had to show you
where the sun is
or that my back
could serve the same purpose
as a tree.
Why, you are hardly old enough
to know the difference
between your tail and a shadow,
yet the warm radiator
and your bowl of water
are already old friends
The way you look up at me
with a saint in each eye
one would never suspect
that you chase birds and chickens
and steal stale bread
from the......