The Return Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

A special friend waits alone
for the person he knew and loved
every day he waits at the tombstone
where he saw his master disappear.

Every day the dog waits patiently
when evening comes, howls
echo through the graveyard.

A whine, a moan - the master
did not come today.

The tail droops, the ears sag,
but still he does not falter.

After all, did the master not promise
that he would return
though it be when he is least expected?

So still, the dog patiently waits
that he might no be caught sleeping
when his master returns.