my puppy watches me write

dog sits on couch
watching my pencil move back and forth
what is he thinking?
He stares at me with heavy black eyes

is it an accusation?
Is it a love look?
I dare not make eye contact a second time

As soon as I do he will be in this recliner
licking my ear
with his quick silver tail flipping me in the eyes
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