Be The Flower

I must become like the flowers,

They have some kind of alluring powers.

My owner gives them so much care,

The jealousy I feel is hard to bear.

This feeling of wanting I must see curbed,

Or forever this will keep me perturbed.

So must I do as the flowers have shown,

Tying myself into the scenery as sown.

Once I'm in place the next phase begins,

Making that face of a thousand perfect grins.

Oh joy, here comes my owner right now,

I hope she notices my new artists vow.

She brings forth the water to fill her flower vase,

Then she looks over as sees my little face.

With a little smile her hand reaches down to me,

And out pops a treat made of tuna and anchovy.

It wasn't quite the thing I had hoped for,

But after today there is another chance for more.