Waiting For Master
Where is my master?
Why has he gone?
What a horrible disaster,
Not to take me along.
I listen intently,
For the faintest sound,
Of footsteps trod gently,
On the hardened ground.
Much time passes by.
I wait and I wait,
I'm left wondering why
He's running so late.
Will he ever return?
Will he come back for me?
He really must learn
With him, I should always be.
TLH © 06-1-2012
Copyright © Tanya Harrington | Year Posted 2012
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