You (for My Little Dog)

why so sweet to me
you follow me where i go
when i go to the kitchen
and have my dinner
you are down there under
my seat beside my feet
you do not ask anything
except my company
when i rise up to go to
the bathroom and poo
you are there watching
and lying down the tiled
floors listening the sound
of my being.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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