Artichokes like Comets
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.
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