Stanley endures
a sanguine kinda canine for sure
sprawled implausibly on the floor
all four paws towards the door
waiting on his morning walk
but first I say hey!
let’s just take a pic, okay?
and I balance my daughter’s black beret
on his old n’frowsy head and say:
monsieur le lurcher – alors!
le chien au chapeau plat – bonjours!