He was so quiet
No one ever knew he was here

It was always a moment of surprise once he was discovered
A blonde body laying in a small bed
Just inside the living room on the recliner not reclined since 2007

He was so quiet
Unless it was raining
Or snowing
Or the garbage man came
Or a sudden noise from the television sounded remotely like thunder

He’d get, what has been called, his crack face
Mouth open as he panted
A bit of drool for good effect
Shaking uncontrollably

He was my four legged barometer

Not a single sign of rain
But he knew
He always knew