The Dog Under The Sink Poem by Julius Eddy

I entered the kitchen and I saw the dog under the kitchen sink.
It looked at me obediently with eyes that seemed to hint
“Don’t leave me here to stink in this room alone.”
How I wished it could be out to enjoy a little roam,
But it would poo-poo here and shee-shee there,
I do not have the time for its wares.

I took my milk and turned off the lights,
Wanted to leave and carry on with my night.
Alone in the darkness the dog gave a little whimper
That made me felt like I was a little evil keeper.

I stopped in my tracks, empathizing with its wails.
I thought about the dog: alone in the dark, alone in its jail.
Alone where the sun does not shine.
Alone where no one hears its whines.
And strangely I now recall a line that hounds,
“If a tree falls in the forest, and no one hears it, does it make a sound? ”