I feel like a dog on a porch
Everyday I wait patiently, never moving
for even a glimpse of my master,
"Are you here yet?!" I think while wagging my tail,
After a week my tail has stopped, and my head has slumped
But once my master has looked at me, all my energy rushes back
"Master, it is so good to see you!"
I scream while licking her face and wagging my tail
I jump and play, and do anything to get her attention
But a second later she leaves, saying
"Be a good dog while I'm away." Patting my head and closing the door
But I wait, and wait, and wait, for I am her dog on the porch.