Playing Fetch Solo

The dog wanted someone to play fetch with,

But sadly there was nobody else there,

Except for me, an empty poet,

With a pointless pen in hand,

Wrapped up warm in my garden chair.


The dog peeked slowly ’round the corner,

His flopsided ears drooping down.

A red rubber ball,

Was gripped between teeth,

On his face was a frustrated frown.


He dropped the red ball,

And it bounced down the path.

The dog wagged his tail,

And I started to laugh.

We must have looked a ridiculous sight,

A dog with no one to play with,

And a poet with no lines to write.