Through A Dogs Eyes

Through A Dog's Eyes

Every day I wait by the door,

this action so tedious it feels like a chore.



I don't care about anyone, only for you,

stalking the door you always run through.



Nothing catches my attention not even a ball,

as I wait so long for your voice and your call.



Then suddenly I spot your frame,

hear you yelling and calling my name.



I wag my tail, we have some fun,

playing in the late afternoon sun.



No time passes, and your gone once more,

and i'm restarting my daily chore.