STILL LIFE, WITH A PUP
Now Tiggy’s snugged beside me in a snooze
As we both occupy my easy chair,
And little does she know she is my Muse
As I seek something striking to declare,
Though in this state of mutual repose
The aptest attitude is being serene;
I have no stirring drama to disclose
And musing cannot constitute a scene.
Forget theatrics, then; another art
Is what I practice on this filling page:
Contemplative communion with my heart,
Not histrionic actions on a stage.
And little Tig’s still here, deep in her doze,
Which I have honored now, and so will close.