by Abby Coffey

Sometimes I am jealous of my dog 

Her lazy tongue and easiness to be pleased

Oh, if only I could get as excited for bacon!

The carefree wag of her tail, and perk of her ears

I am jealous of how easily her greed is fed

No need to have a purpose, only a warm bed 

I am jealous of her optimism, no need to rush 

Oblivious, her greatest enemy is the brush

But then, I think of the step when she falters 

The fear in her eyes, the whine when she bellows 

Maybe she isn’t so lucky after all, and then I consider

Everything I get to do and everything I get to know

Maybe I’m not so unfortunate either, I justify

A humble truth I simply cannot deny