Why the Dog Wags its Tail

Thou art a slave whom Fortune's tender arm / With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog. Timon of Athens

Original Text: 

Bruce Meyer, Mesopotamia: New Poems (Sudbury, On.: Your Scrivener Press, 2009): 60.

1 The simple answer is economy.
2 Whenever a moment requires yes,
3 whenever sunlight fills a bouncing ball
4 or a treat is offered as reward,
5 or praise is worthy of the look he gives,
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RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
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