Dog Parade

When we leave home, he sits by

The door, blue. We tell him we are

Coming back, it’s just a quick outing,

But he still has the sad eyes.

He knows since we are getting ready,

That he will have to stay alone.

Not even an attempt to point to his

Leash, he knows when he doesn’t come.

We wonder what he does when we

Are not there, does he play or sleep,

Or both? Does he miss us, or thinks of

Where we are?

It doesn’t matter how long we are

Gone for, it’s a celebration when we

Return. His tail dances, and his eyes

Smile at us.

Oh, how fortunate we are,

Those who are welcome by a four

Legged parade! All the love in a dog,

Humble and sincere love.