He kneels for a nice long sob – soft licks smear his face
He turns his glum gaze outwards – his dog pants waiting
Tears breach the dam his eyes held – the dog strides his lap
He whimpers now aware that someone’s there to care
This is my first attempt at an imayo, a form of poetry made of 4 lines. Each is 12 syllables, split into a 7 syllable and 5 syllable section.
Blast from the Past:
Wake happy and cry
By the day’s end. Start doubting
And end satisfied.