I dropped the tuna meant for Luna, you said.
Then you gasped as you remembered
What I already knew. I just grinned.
You turned to your right, reaching across the table
For the butter, next to the salt and pepper,
But you spilt the milk.
It ran off the table and onto the floor.
Again, you gasped, but this time you smiled.
As we got up from dinner, you spun around and
Headed for the kitchen, kicking the cat food dish
Across the room.
I know, you said, leave it there the cat will get it.

By Steven Barto ©2015

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