Back at work today after my little four day weekend. So our prompt shall be: the return.
The house is dark, empty, and cold,
As though it has been sold.
But I know he's just running late,
So I still lie in wait.
Hunger is messing with my mind,
It's been years since I've dined!
But I will be strong, good, and true -
I have a job to do.
At last I hear a car door close
And my teeth are exposed.
The front door opens just a crack,
Now I launch my attack!
He hollers at me to get down,
While laughing like a clown!
Master's home! I can hardly breathe!Now I can have my treat!