The watched pot

I've been watching this pot for a while now,
but I guess that saying's true --
it's not going to boil as long as I stare at it.

But look,
There's something here I want.
Surely there's some way to get it;
if I stare hard enough
and long enough.

Okay.
Maybe I'm just window shopping.
I know I can never have it
but there's no harm in looking, eh?
Doesn't matter where I get my appetite, eh?

On the deck outside the window,
a small bird sips at the dog's water bowl
and flies away;
another day of freedom.



* * *