There it sits
Hollow
Mildly reeking
Of yesterday's fare
Teasing me
(like that **** squirrel)
With empty promise
With hope that You
With your thumbs
Will soon see fit
To fill it

I will wait
Wagging
I'm still waiting
Do you see me here?
Being good?
(Unlike that **** squirrel)
Yet still it sits
Licked clean empty
Unholy vessel
Staring at me
Here I wait

Horrid Bowl!
Old crock!
I will move you
With my nose
And my paws
(Oh!  That **** elusive squirrel!)
Yet there it sits
I should leave
Go smell something else
As foul as you
To roll in.