you think i don’t see you

– but i do

peering out your window

with that hangdog expression

expecting me to feel

sorry for you- to share everything

i have but you give nothing

in return – not contrite when my

bowl is found empty, a hint of

cat food on your breath

groveling for attention

tail wagging shamelessly

have you no pride, no dignity

oh canine, my neighbor,

my friend