Hound

Every night I lie in anticipation
Waiting for a stroke of my shiny coat
Permission to slip inside
Her warm inviting abode

To paw at her body in lusty exuberance
Lap thirstily at the liquids she leaves out for me
Beg hopefully at her feet for a treat
Sit, rollover, shake at her command

Erect and wagging happily
Whenever she comes near
Pleading for her attentions
Eager to come when called

Scents mark her territories
Wafting allure of her heavy perfume
Nosing’s of salted golden syrup
Frolicking in her hills and valleys

Cruel in her neglect at times
Leaving me outside when hot
Sporadic in her ministrations
Obliged preoccupation by our brood

Unswerving in my loyalty
Happiest at rest
Nuzzling in her lap, or
Pressed against her breast