Fattened By The Hand That Feeds You

Although I know I have fattened you with too many treats and way too much love... it is what I do best I can not look into the eyes of anyone Or anything, that appears hungry for the food of friendship and the welcoming warmth of belonging... Long after your appetite is satisfied, I, too, will be satisfied knowing you trusted in me enough To stay and share, for a minute, a meal Reciprocating with just a half wink, that I will accept as your thank you... Glad that we are fully fed On our calm and common companionship, Tomorrow, I will offer up yet another plate of kindness, for that, which you bring me