Eat The Food

the peanut butter is left on the counter
he will come soon
on a circular path treading
spiraling
rapidly, eagerly, chasing a spectre
we cannot see

jutting to a halt
at sight of the peanut butter
he eats quickly and continues
persuing that image

pleasantly with a sigh-
ascending to the floor
leaving all the peanut butter un-eaten
what little he has will be forgotten
a stone resting content on the pile