Complex

Complex . . . 

You look at me with the saddest eyes
You listen hard to my replies
You answer when I call your name
You sleep, you eat, you never complain
I love you, yes I really do 
I love to spend my time with you
You brighten up my every day
I’m glad you’re here, here to stay
The only thing that bothers me
Is when you wag your tail so free
I thought it love, but can it be
If you wag for every one you see
I think I’m beginning to recognise
That sad, sad look is your disguise
I don’t know you, no not at all
I’m just a sentimental fool 
As each day you teach me
How complex a dog like you can be.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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February 16, 2016 at 1:12 PM
Cleverly convinced me I am a dog. Outwitted. Nice write
Dietrich Avatar
April 25, 2013 at 6:45 PM
yes!!! I just knew it was a dog. I did one like this too a long time ago and I fooled a lot of people until they got to the end of my poem. Good one.
Watts Avatar
April 26, 2013 at 4:53 AM
Thanks Andrea, yes, my Daisy, a very spoilt little dog.
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