Mr Beaky

Postmodern

Postmodern

The dog homed in on the skull
which fell off my sculpture.
Finders keepers was his growl
but his gut, shortened by the vet
to within an inch of his life
to extract a pan scourer,
can't cope with what he can chew
off even a dry old bone.
It was a fight to separate him from it.
What was left was not worth
returning to the artwork
which is probably better off without it.