"A dog sits waiting" (by Kathy Flood)

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He´s been here for days with nothing to do,
but sit by the road, waiting for you.

He can´t unterstand why you left him that day.
He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He´s sure you´ll come back, and that´s why he stay´s.
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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