Thursday, December 17, 2015

A Dog Sits Waiting

A Dog Sits Waiting

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.

Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He's been here for days now with nothing to do But sit by the road, waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day.

He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays.

How long will he suffer?

How many more days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry.

He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes, I wish you could see how a waiting dogs dies


By: Kathy Flood thanks MZ for reminding me.

2 comments:

The Donald said...

My dog is a rescue, as were the two who preceded her, now resting just north of Bowie.

I'm grateful every day for the unconditional love, the wagging tail, and absolute trust she places in me. And I try my best to be as good a friend as she is to me.

The Donald said...

BTW, Sienna thanks you for that post. As a result of reading it, I felt guilty that she'd not had a long walk in the park lately (usually just in the neighborhood), so we went out for an evening stroll through the park, during which we attempted - unsuccessfully - to help a couple locate their missing pit-mix.