telling my dog how i really feel
you always listen,
looking me in the eyes,
accepting my touch
always interested
in every sound–
word, grunt, cry
you come to me
as soon as you see me
i need not ask–
when i open the door
and step inside
you are right there
when i lie in bed,
you are at my side–
as near as you can be
but if i move, you move,
and you never complain
you get so excited when
i pour out your food–
same thing, day after day,
and you react as if it were
a feast
you lap your water throughout
the day, with no pretention–
you are thirsty, so you drink–
simple as that
you are so many things that,
though i may try,
i struggle to be–
content
grateful
sensitive
uncomplex
i have not forgotten
that you will bite
when cornered and pressured
but that is one of the reasons
Mother Nature gave you teeth
you never bite me
you lick my face, my hand
and show me a simple way
to be and, in your precious way,
you love me
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This is lovely
Thank you, Shaun.
love the details, surprised by the penultimate stanza that ultimately made the poem even better
Thank you, Gaby.
I really like like this, especially that turn in third last stanza.
Thank you, Nancy!
Yes!–you lap your water throughout
the day, with no pretention–
you are thirsty, so you drink–
simple as that
Thank you, Pam!