Wandering again through each
Stale room
Looking for what
He knows
The man who gives him food
Who talks to him and
Strokes him by the chair
He knows the startling
Snap
Of its footrest
He knows the loud
TV
And the push and pull of snoring at night
But he doesn't know the somber one who
Now fills his bowl
Now talks to him soft and
Childlike
He doesn't understand the empty chair
The quiet nights
The silent
TV
Or where they took his man
Still asleep
Beautiful, Al. It's me, Dave C. btw.
ReplyDeleteNot sure which adjective to pick. I really like this. Where'd the inspiration come from?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jes. The inspiration came from Carolyn's uncle's dog Ethel. I changed the 'story' a little for the poem, though. Why it appeared almost a year later? No idea.
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