galen

~The Lonely Dog~

He often came and stood outside my door
And gazed at me with puzzled, wondering eyes,
Like those of humankind by grief made wise-
Who feel that life has little left in store.
And yet, he never looked unkempt and poor
As if he deemed a meaty bone a prize;
Instead, it seemed he wore a human guise
As though the heart of man he would explore.
Then one night on the street he followed me
Persistently, until i turned and said
Sharp angry words, which made him quickly flee-
His spirit wounded and uncomforted,
And now at last i think i comprehend,
He only craved an understanding friend.