At the risk of sounding anthropomorphical
Stanley is actually pretty philosophical
like Sophocles
or Socrates
or maybe Plato
for example, if I’m peeling a potato
to make chips
and one of them slips
onto the floor
he’ll stand there staring a minute or more
interrogating the dialectical question:
are raw potatoes good for your digestion?
but then shake his head sadly and slowly quit
the kitchen and the mess I’ve made of it
to hop back on to the dog-ruined sofa
and fuss awhile with his hairy white toga
and look as sad as any seer would
that witnessed such tragedies and understood