This guy
...made me smile
He is normally the village terror,
peeing into unsuspecting handbags,
gnawing on childrens bike tires,
digging up beloved flower pots perched on village house steps
After all his mistress has been known to spit on her sworn enemies that pass her on the Rue Basse,
and yet today,
bearing the cone of shame,
he is quiet as a mouse, dare I suggest, reflective.
karma