Dog On the Sofa
At the auto repair shop,
a large stuffed animal,
a St. Bernard,
adorned the sofa in the waiting room.
He almost looked real, lying there motionless,
with snow white patch on the end of his tale,
and closed bale full slits for eyes.
I exclaimed to Taylor the office manager,
"He almost looks real."
Then as if by magic,
the very tip of his tail started to move,
Sleep heavy eyes started to open,
Looking in my direction in anticipation of attention.
In an instant this small world was transformed,
by an act of recognition and kindness.
Empowering nature's strongest unspoken bond,
between a dog and a man.
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