A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun

Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He's been there for days now, with nothing to do

But sit by the road, waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day

He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays

How long will he suffer? How many more days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry

He's sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes

I wish you could see how a waiting dogs dies.

Kathy Flood