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.