Tristan Robert Lange

The Window Between

Standing there, peering in the door window,

The doggy looks inside with eager eyes

At her loved ones inside their bungalow;

Not one li’l look back from them will arise.

The doggy looks inside with eager eyes

Wondering why she isn’t allowed in—

No look back from them will ever arise—

As the frigid frost is biting her skin—

Wondering why she isn’t allowed in

Where the warmth of their love could be supplied—

The frigid frost is eating at her skin—

Into the home where her parents abide.

The doggy is alone, just staring there

At her loved ones inside their bungalow—

In their callousness, they ignore her stare—

Ever there, gazing in the door window.

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