Look At That Tail Wag

Back and forth, to and fro,
I watch that long tan tail.

At the window watching kitties,
Or waiting for the mail.

At the counter expecting treats,
With sniffing nose held high,

That mangy dog we call Brutus,
Will let the day go by.

When he has new visitors
Or upon receiving food

With this furry instrument
you can gage his mood

I think the frequency of the wag
has got to mean something

about if he would or could
give a laugh, giggle or sing

Because he waves his fifth appendage
For many different reasons

365 days a year
through all four of the seasons.

24 hours, seven a week
that tail is always on the go

because having one looks so much fun
I wish I had one, also.