The dog shows the way
The dog, because she’s blind,
Is barking at my empty recliner
Where she thinks I’m sitting.
She also thinks it’s time for dinner,
Thus the barking.
We shouldn’t be surprised,
We feed her at all different times now,
As discipline and routine are less important
Than her comfort and her calm.
She’s a terrier, she’s always been annoying,
But now she’s not even cute:
She holds her bowels
Until we leave the house,
Then does her business
On the living room rug,
A different kind of self-control,
One that says (if a dog could sob like an old woman}
“I can’t bear the loneliness when you’re gone,
Nor the fear that you’ll never return
And I’ll wait for you, hungry, in the dark, forever.”