The Dog

I fed you a scrap
and you bit me

you stripped
a small sliver of skin
below the nail

tasted blood
red and metallic
savory, perhaps?

I wonder if
you think
of me
as future meat

I'm sure you'd eat
my eyes first

they lead to the brain:
that sweet sweet nutrition

nature has instructed
silently, with force
you have no choice

I feed you
to hold off
that decision

our uneasy agreement

we both know
who would
win

if we had to fight

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