My Dog

Oily charcoal black,
The creature under the coffee table,
Never shows its face,
Snake like nose,
Velvet ears,
Leather paws.
You open the fridge,
And it will fly
Faster than water being poured,
Gone in a second,
Staring at you with sparkly brown eyes,
Longing for more,
A look of wit, sadness and guilt.
Whiskers twitching,
It sighs and turns away,
You feel disappointment,
A rejected friendship.
Wagging its whip, hitting you,
Wanting a response,
“Just Understand” it says.