Her tummy starts rumbling

Like a clock gaining time

The resulting behaviour

A daily paradigm

She shifts round the room

Vying for your eye

If she catches you looking

She wimpers in reply

She’s starving, she woofs

Feeling faint, wobbling paws

It’s days since you’ve fed me

Her barks turn to roars

Reasoning with her

Is a futile task

She knows she’s engaged me

Her joy is unmasked

The tin is opened

The kibble mixed in

She’s dancing in circles

With a salivating grin

She dives into the bowl

Chomping with delight

Seconds later it’s gone

Gobbled out of sight