Schrödinger's dog (being an after birthday poem for Miss Ruthie)
Unlike
Schrödinger's cat
Schrödinger's dog
was always
there
under his feet
hungry for
...his Master's voice...a pat...the sound of his step...
The cat
(like anybody's cat)
couldn't give
a toss
(but that was neither
here nor there) .
It's hard to tell
if it's alive or if
it ain't.
It 's one
lazzzzzzy cat.
He's never there
(when you want him to be)
and always there
(when you don't want him to be.)
Quark the cat
was just one big paradox.
The dog
was old and faithful
always
in the box
asleep or gnawing
a bone in thought.
The cat couldn't care
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