The Lab chews his bone

and then he looks up at me.

I look. His tail wags.

The dog hears something.

A snow blower roars loudly.

The dog’s ears perk up.

He loses interest;

looks back at me for some food.

I shake my head no.

The dog quickly sleeps;

he awakes and chews his bone,

then nudges my arm.

He’s hungry and bored,

and I don’t help the matter

by just typing this.

He speaks wordlessly,

“Come on, Bob. Get me some food.”

“Sorry, Bud. Not yet.”

Resigned, the dog turns

and walks to the sliding door,

looks out and then sighs.