Sniper

by Lisa Marie Harmon

He leaps and bounds, and spins around, 

A giddy grin has he. 

When ere I open full his gate, 

His heart is filled with glee. 

He doesn't spy a cat to fright

Or hunt for morsels free, 

But sits, instead, square at my feet

And waits obediently.

For the fulfillment of his need, 

His fervent reverie,

A hug, a rub, and yes, a kiss, 

Then by my side, to be. 

For if a dog finds joy in life, 

It certainly is he. 

But the object of his overt love

Is absolutely me. 

Those eyes that shine aim deep in mine; 

He knows not what I see.

That I'm the one to receive from

A heart as true as he.