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A Dog Sits Waiting

A Dog Sits Waiting

Author: Unknown


A dog sits waiting in the

cold autumn sun,

Too faithful to leave,

too frightened to run.


He’s been here for days now,

with nothing to do,

But sit by the road,

waiting for you.


He can’t understand why

you left him that day.

He thought you and he

were stopping to play.


He’s sure you’ll be back,

and that’s why he stays.

How long will he suffer?

How many more days?


His legs have grown weak,

his throat’s parched and dry,

He’s sick now from hunger

and falls, with a sigh.


 He lays down his head

and closes his eyes,

I wish you could see

how a waiting dog dies.

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