Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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As I pull into the drive at night,

I spy their faces, haloed in light,

Panting mouths, wagging tails,

Compared to the sight, all happiness pales,

Eagerly, they await my coming,

Bushy haunches prepped for jumping,

As my footsteps near the door,

I hear their prancing claws upon the floor,

As I enter, toward me they dash,

And I know, that I am home at last.