Dog Food

I forget to feed the dog
So he sits next to me,
Looking forlorn,
Throwing his eyes at me as if to say,
Don't forget about me.
His stomach tells him something is wrong,
But I've forgotten, busy with human things,
Not to be worried with a canine's appetite.
But to him, hungry, dependent,
This is all there is.
Eating, playing, sleeping.
He's never known physical love,
Forever absent from females and testicles.
If only life was that simple for everyone,
But for the hunger,
A gnawing, roiling, belly fierce.
I finally remember, apologize, and
Leap to fill his bowl with
Sorrow and envy.

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