Three Line Lunch: I Keep Expecting to See Him

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 198

I Keep Expecting to See Him

In kitchen I expect the click of Red’s paws across the wood floor, coming to see me.
Sitting here in the study a moment ago I expected to see him nose open the door,
Stand in the doorway, smiling, and give me that little feathery flutter of the tail.