The Peace of Bacon
By Megan Lawver
There is no peace in our house today
Bacon is cooking in the microwave
The tail on the back of the black dog wags
Eyes longing, mouth drooling, hoping for just a taste
Greasy goodness in his sights
His constant whine is making me crazy
His hope is a piece of bacon, my hope is peace and quiet
In the end we both win as I give in