Petra - Poem by Orlando Belo
The dog that sits in the window is called Petra,
she just sits and stares down the street.
If you listen carefully you can hear her whining
her owner has been gone for a week.
Every day of the week I saw them,
morning, noon, and night.
This is the seventh day that I've seen her
at the window when it gets light.
I believe the next door neighbour
gives her food and takes her out.
but the rest of the time she sits there
waiting for her owner's shout.
Last week the neighbour looked through the window
to see if the owner was there.
They knocked on the door and he never answered.
He had died sitting in a chair.
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