Patiently

The dog sat waiting, patiently,
His gaze fixed on the door,
While Master disappeared
Into the bowels of the store.

The owner’d tied his leash up
And commanded “Sit” and “Stay,”
So the dog did as instructed,
Though he couldn’t really stray.

He whined a bit while watching
Every shopper who walked out,
But every disappointment caused
A subtle doggy pout.

I wondered what he thought about
As he so calmly sat;
Most likely, something similar
To “Where the hell’s he at?”

At last, the owner did appear,
To leaps and wagging tail,
As proof to every loyal pet
That patience will prevail.