He waits at the door like a tightly coiled spring,

He was lying on my bed waiting and listening,

He knows the exact pitch of the vans engine,

He has spent the time constantly whinging,

He expected me to return some time ago,

He experiences time like a slow river flow,

He hears the van doors open as we exit,

He jumps immediately from his warm pit,

He charges to his position ready for arrivals,

He shakes with excitement after his deprival,

He sees me coming through the usual window,

He hears the door unlock and the handle go,

He squeezes through the smallest possible gap,

He jumps onto me trying to get on my lap,

He kisses and hugs me like a long lost friend,

Fynns my special dog and his love has no end.


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