Jake

Poem by laurie howland Photo by Alex Walter

He follows him like a lost puppy dog
Which he is
His master
His best friend
Grateful to greet him every morning 
But then you see the loss in his eyes 
When his master departs for the day
Sad, almost depressed
It is the loneliness he feels
When the door closes
And his best friend is gone
His tail stops wagging
Head bows down
He releases a soft whimper
His mood shifted
 
But at the end of the day
Before you even see the truck pull up
You know his master is returning 
By the yelp he releases
Of pure happiness
His tail wags wildly
And he begs to go out
To run to greet his master
His best friend
His mood shifted