I wonder what It must be like to be a dog
Silent and patient and friendly and brave.
All these qualities I wish to posses
But they are under another animals name.
I wonder what it must be like to be a dog
Hopeful and anxious and warm to the touch.
This dog has the life I desire,
This dog Is most certainly a must.
She sits on the window sill waiting for me
To come home and give her a smile.
She looks at me with her round brown eyes
Tail wagging, joyous like a juvenile child.
But I skip a step in, break her precious little heart
Pat that tiny head, coo her name and depart.
I run up those steps to my room and see
This big old world through a computer screen.
But all this time she was sitting by the window
Watching and waiting for someone who,
Someone like me, a friend, a person
Someone who cared for her too.
She observed this world and patiently noticed
The tempartment in which she lived.
Saved from a shelter into a kind clean home
But never quite loved the way she should have been.
And so, as I stagger downstairs and give her a look
Sweet music dripping down my mouth,
Calling her baby names and such
But forgetting what she was all about.
She cries by the window when we leave for work
She cries when we don’t play ball.
She sheds a tear when we close the door
And ignore our poor little dog.
Today I see her furry face
Waiting like she always does.
Being patient and friendly and brave and wonderful
The only dog I could love.
I promise her to stay a while longer
I make sure to spend some qualitiy time.
Because If I want to be like my precious animal
I must take good care of her,
And show her she is mine.
– The Paintress
The Paintress 