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Three Line Lunch: Red Waits
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 33
Red Waits
Red is nearly blind and deaf now. Still he waits for me, head on paws,
To come home at night. Some nights he doesn’t even know I’ve walked in
Until I kneel by his side and caress his sweet soft head.
more like a heart-wrencher! I feel you!
more like a heart-wrencher! I feel you!
Oh what a sweet dog. This one both warmed my heart and made me sad.
Oh what a sweet dog. This one both warmed my heart and made me sad.
sniff. and smile. at the same time.
thank you for this
sniff. and smile. at the same time.
thank you for this
Now that's loyalty.
Now that's loyalty.
He's the best in the business!
He's the best in the business!