A Yogurt Ritual

By John I. Blair

Every day at noon
We perform a little rite.

I open up my yogurt cup
And make the foil lid a tent

So you can use
Your soft pink tongue

To lap the yogurt off
That’s clinging to the inner side.

Some might think
You owe a show of thanks;

I know different.
I am beholden too,

For you share as well,
Giving to me freely

Of your sweet meows,
Your furry self,

As we complete this creamy boon,
This blessed sacrament.

©2020 John I. Blair, 7/19/2020