14. Reading Readiness
I stand, wagging my tail,
basking in the Nia
gara flood of his
expected eyes as he
opens the refrig
erator and, mis
hearing the syllable,
"Cheese?", for "Trees?",
go galloping off
to wait still wag
ging to be let out
the locked back door.
Some days this hap
pens and he smiles
and brings the cheese
anyway. Other days
he goes about his
business and seems
to forget slow me.
