Patiently

The dog sat waiting, patiently, His gaze fixed on the door, While Master disappeared Into the bowels of the store. The owner’d tied his leash up And commanded “Sit” and “Stay,” So the dog did as instructed, Though he couldn’t really stray. He whined a bit while watching Every shopper who walked out, But every disappointment caused A subtle doggy pout. I wondered what he thought about As he so calmly sat; Most likely, something similar To “Where the hell’s he at?” At last, the owner did appear, To leaps and wagging tail, As proof to every loyal pet That patience will prevail.