Through the Eyes of a Dog

Dark.
Large.
Deep.
Dwelling.
Reflects the stars.

Aware of their part,
they blink,
meaning to think:
will my treat shrink?

Treat! Treat!

I need my meat
since it is my treat.

Human comes out, puts down food.
He is in a good mood.

When he is not,
his temper burns like a broiling pot,
charring the lot.

What is human?

Is he kind, or filled with spite?