Missing Mister
Sweet dog of mine
are you waiting for me?
I miss your face,
your snoring twitching dreams.
The joy of a wagging tail
beating to its own joy at seeing me,
but I'm not seeing you
except in photographs
that sometimes become too blurred
with tears I shed for my Mister.
Everyone says
I should get another dog
but you dwell in my dreams
running to bark at the Birds and sometimes,
it seems I hear you whine
but its only the wind
blowing across a creaky roof.
The Birds and I, we do okay
and Squirrel still comes
to steal their sunflowers.
Its a fight every day
without Mister to chase Squirrel away.
I wonder, do they miss him too?
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