Waiting
At the end of the day,
a very long day,
I edge my car
down the drive.
And up on a snowbank
a golden puppy
waits
for me.
I haul out the work bag,
the grocery bags,
and at last, the mail.
And a golden puppy
waits
for me.
And when the garbage can
gets dragged
down to the street,
That sweet golden
puppy
still waits.
So when tired feet
crest the hill,
it's no surprise
to see his sparkling eyes,
that gaping smile,
his wagging tail,
my golden puppy
who waits.
For a chance to
dance
to snuggle and prance
then wander off...and play in the snow,
his snow
again.
3 comments:
This is so sweet! Don't you love that little dance that dogs do when you get home? I have a little black puppy that greets me. It is the best feeling in the world. And your guy is so handsome!
I love it! The repeating line and the imagery - awesome! Such a sweet little face too.
Thank you both! After a stressful day of SBAC testing--I so needed his silly dance yesterday. And...he poked at me and woke me up this morning. A puppy dog life!
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