Jealousy

dog

by
Valerie Worth

Under a maple tree
The dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his side, Sighs, closes
His eyes:sleeps
All afternoon
In his loose skin.

Jealousy. I had a dog. Once. This poem makes me wish that I still had my best friend and dog. The simple life of a dog. The loyalty a dog gives to you. It also makes me wish for long summer days where you can be lazy and lie down "under a maple tree" or "sleep all afternoon" with my dog. I am jealous that I don't have a dog.