Chasing the tail
to the earth's end
Prancing about,
hurricane on legs
Needing no reason,
waiting for none,
a day, a night or any eventide
enough to fill us with joys
Wagging the tail
not for something to gain
An expression pure
of the bliss brimming within
Taking your tantrums
all shades of grey and blue
As happy aloof yet craving
for that one look from you
So easy to take
either of us
for granted
the dog, the me
Who will never ask for anything
but just your bliss unsullied
And will be there always
just where you left us
in that corner of the heart
tied to your longing
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