Mail Man, I Think You Should Run Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Always in a hurry.
Back and forth she runs.
What creates this fixation.
This sudden aggravation.
An urge, now aware. Alive.
She rushes to the fence in an rage.
I call her name, she pretends not to hear.
Caught in an trance.
Those eyes never leave that fence.
She growls, pacing back and forth until he leaves.
Then she begins to grin.
Did something transpire that I'm unaware of.
Everyday around the same time she throws her fit.
He begins his route. Stuffing paper in the box.
Did he promise you a bone and just never bring it.
Perhaps, you sent something in the mail and never got it.
Still anticipating it's arrival. No longer patient.
I don't know, whatever makes you happy pup, I suppose.
What is it between dogs and the mail man