Let’s Eat

FINE DINING    by Erica Donaldson-Ellison

You: left me

All alone

When the family

Went out,

To celebrate-

To enjoy,fine dining at

The Michelin Star restaurant.

And

I waited…

Patiently,

For my own choice selection.

I guarded our home

Where I

Snuggled down on the newly covered (white) couch

My favourite seat

With my bloody fresh bone.

Time passed.And,

I dreamed

Of the menu

That you

Chewed and swallowed:

I could taste :the venison

The chicken liver parfait;

Sheep’s curd-encased in wafers;

Savoury canapes;

Herb inspired tobacco

And my paws scrambled

And scratched

As I thought of

The board of local cheeses

And the finale of

A la carte caramel

And ginger pudding

The coffees;

A cleansing tea;

The petit fours;

Until

I awoke with a hunger

Dribbling at

The odour of cake

A real scent,

So

I sniffed and I

Padded around

Exploring,searching for it.

I sourced the waft

And lifted a blanket,where

My own delicatessen

Had been (carefully) secreted.

A present

Just for me-

The birthday cake

Thoughtfully  wrapped.

It was

Easily opened.

My jaws snapped

Cleanly through

The presentation box

Which was-

Quite beautiful

A supermarket,sealed,encasing.

Mmmmmmm…….

The white fondant icing

Beckoned me

To savour

A slice of the dessert-

A cake

Shaped like a petal

Left

For my own participation

In the

Festive birthday celebration

Thanks.

So,

I had a bite

Then

Another

But

I did, stop

To save you all

Well,over a quarter

And

A torn box,plus

The ribbon

And ,most especially

The fondant pink petal centre.

Then

When you all returned

I,too

Was aghast

Of course-

It was shocking

No candles had been blown out.

Not to worry though

We can all

Enjoy that at

The next

Birthday celebration.