Bone bank

Tasty biscuits squirreled away,
not scratched into the ground
like a burial under a mattress,
but turned over to alpha wolf,
aka mom, to bank for hard times
on a nondescript, latched away
closet shelf; biscuits barked for
and wagged from a humane neighbor
with an endless supply of milk bones -
four pre- noon her personal best -
to deposit into the bone bank
of her guardian. Savannah’s semper paratus.