Are You Reading Me?
My dog must think I'm daft
as I scramble for the nearest shaft
of sunlight so I can try to bask,
a just about impossible task,
when hit by another icy draft
right down my... well, don't ask.
Today is the day he arrived
A soul who never quite thrived
But stubbornly survived
Despite not knowing his part
He wondered in his heart
On what day he would depart.