A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He’s been there for days now with nothing to do
But sits by the road just waiting for you.
He can’t understand why you left him that day.
He thought you were stopping to go with him and play.
He’s sure you’ll come back, and that’s why he stays.
How long can he suffer, how many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat parched and dry.
He’s sick now from hunger, he falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head, he closes his eyes,
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
– Contributed by: Samaira Garg