The dog is joyful
He has met me here at the top of the hill
Pure observation
Non questioning
My head turns to watch the construction below
The dog lacks curiousity for such things
It loves and recieves love
And in some cases neither
It worships human kind
For it hunts no longer
It is trained to crave approval
To sing for it's dinner
It feels happiness in our presence
At the top of this grassy hill
The dog lays low and wags it's tail
it looks up attempting anticipation
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