Glass Snakes

I never knew what to think when I saw You cry

You who can fill Your own dish, run at Your whim, answer to no master

Were You ever soothed by my kisses? Calmed by my weight on Your leg?

I smelled Your sadness before You stopped going out

Smelled Your relief when He woke up again

Your sickness howled at me - vitreous, burnt and hungry

St Bernard with brandy through the snow

Paw prints unmet on the bridge

How do I smell to You on this table?

Did I do something to upset You?

Or have I simply overrated You?