Faithful Dog

That faithful dog is waiting at your door,

Bursting with unconditional Love.

He (or she) is pining

For your arrival.

Whining and crying,

All ashake.

At last you are here!

Forward he leaps,

Almost losing balance with the shake

Of his tail.

Ready to lick you

Into oblivion.

So you ruffle his ears

And pat him on the head.

“Good Boy!”

Meanwhile The Cat sits

In haughty isolation

Watching coolly

Indifferent to all.

But you still go to her

As she rolls over

And bears her furry tummy

For you to scratch

And her to purr.

I love these pets

Or rather

Family Members.

While they are with us,

There is nothing better.

Paul Butters

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