Olive oil

 

The silence (so loud). The person, tenuous.
The locked gates.

 

The impossible amusement.
The lack of water. The insatiable thirst.
The cats that are the same, day after day.
The butter being bad for you.
The olive oil and salt.

  

 

 

 

MAEBEL.

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If only I could be like Maebel

The dog was well-educated, 

well-schooled in the weight of existence, the strength of will. 

An absolute master.

The dog was well-bred, as if raised by ancients. 

The dog was self-sufficient and not needy.

Not hesitant, and not uncertain.  Strong, concise, hefty.

The dog was not self-conscious in the least, but broke consciousness with others.

The dog did not feel obligated to smile, or beg for approval.

The dog possessed a stronghold on contentment, held with iron-clad toes

No doubts about their own importance. 

The dog was built of love that could not be destroyed.

I was trying to be less afraid of their heavy leather tail.