The Opportunistic Chuie

Sitting down,
On the rustic chair,

In the comfort of the kitchen,
When all about is still,

The tired human
Rests his arms,
On the brown beech table,
That is round,

He peers out,
Through the dirt stained window,
To see what is around,

Outside the red sun is setting,
The dark blue night
Is upon the sky,

Meanwhile…

The sink by the window,
The tap drips,
With the continuous flow of time,

Beside the sink,
In a flowery bowl,
Near a kitchen roll,

Sits the tender piece of steak,
Slowly marinating,
In sweet yet bitter,
Juicy sauce of lemon,

Scattered upon the steak,
The lemon pips are slimy,
And look similar to glue,

Glancing back
Through the window,

Appears
Noble Chuie,

Rearing up,
His paws rest delicately,
On the window sill,

His all knowing eyes,
Rest,
Upon the steak,

His nose and whiskers twitch,
In the cool of the nights breeze,

Every sniff he takes,
He imagines the steaks succulent taste,

When it’s in Chuie's mouth to chew,

The torment is too much for him,
He directs his will anew,

The master,
Watches,
Inside the kitchen,

Chuie quickly redirects his attention,
Pretending to look,
At an old leather shoe,

The master seems suspicious,
The look he gives to Chuie,

The dog tries hard to hide his motives,
But the snarl he shows his master,

Shows him through!