Rose greets you at the door,
short grey legs pumping along
with the occasional glance up
to mark your progress.
And then she waits on you,
mournful eyes watching
through the softlight lamps
and tabletop candles,
eyes following each bite
with a precision of a
finely tuned hunter of
chips, and steak and ale pie,
hoping all the while that
you forget the one commandment
amidst the warmth and laughter...
"Please don't feed the dogs!"
