watercolour and ink on paper

DOG in the manger

DOG reclined, luxuriating in the manger.
It was so soft, so gentle on sensitive skin
OX approached, as OX did, a meandering approach
DOG growled: fuck off
OX leered through half-closed eyes
DOG snapped: fuck right off
Man, DOG is such a bitch, OX muttered
I just wanted to taste DOG’s hay, nothing more
DOG don't even like nibbling hay,
Unrighteous OX called while walking into the night.