Poem for the
abandoned dog:
"But"
sits by the road just waiting for you.
He
can’t understand why you left him that day;
He
thought you were stopping to go with him and
play.
He’s
sure you’ll come back, and that’s why he stays.
How
long can he suffer, how many more days?
His
legs have grown weak, his throat parched and
dry.
He’s
sick now from hunger, he falls with a sigh.
He
lays down his head, he closes his eyes.
I
wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
* . * . *
