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The Listening Dog

The listening Dog
Rests just outside the doorway on the floor
Listening to the conversations of humans
Trying to make sense of the alien Words

He is in awe at the mysterious language
but bringing him comfort just the same
To know that he is not alone
And harmony effects him just the same

With his eyes he sees his friends
by nose their scents
with ears he hears the familiar music between their breaths

Like an archaeologist transposing inscriptions upon a wall
As he thrusts dreams upon what he does not know
The dog thinks still as a dog

Pulled between dreams and what's real
He rests adrift waiting for his masters will
To act as a dog for he is still a dog, still

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