A Doxie Wait
He lays on the very edge
of the cushion on the couch.
Tail and back leg hanging
along the side.
His head flat
curled along his paw.
Listening
for a sound or motion
the slightest movement
to need attention.
Chubby little belly
never eating breakfast
unless it's mine
shared.
He waits patient
hanging out
for those moments of play
not yet ready.
A bark
voicing his annoyance
at trucks or cars on the road
passing by.
Once, twice
those soulful big brown eyes
look straight at me
staring to get my attention.
He waits
patient and persevering
hopeful
of my rising from the chair.
There it is
and now the ball is in play.
A yawn, a burp, a stinky silent fart
and he's ready
to play the companions part
straight from that tiny heart.
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