In Passing

she shot me
a swift
glance
 
and summed me up in seconds.
 
I was already
all ready
to offer her the gift
of my attention;
 
a pat on the head,
a stroke of her back
a few soft words
 
but did I possess
a ball to throw
Yes? No?
 
or, better still,
something for her to eat
crisps perhaps?
a doggy treat?
 
But in that one
swift glance
she knew the answer:
 
No chance!