Rescue
Forlorn and lost, without a home
He wandered on the street
His hair knew neither comb nor brush
No shoes encased his feet
His hunger told him he must eat
Though food was hard to fing
Then, in the park, a crumpled bag
Someone had left behind
Some 'burger scraps, a few cold 'fries
It seemed like just the thing
A drink of water from the lake
Made him feel like a king
He took a nap, but soon awoke
A storm was breaking o'er
He saw the light'ning's fearsome flash
Heard thunder's mighty roar
He finally found shelter
In a closed-up storefront's door
Exhausted, shiv'ring, wet and cold
He sank down on the floor
Just then, a voice compassionate
Said softly "You poor guy
You shouldn't be out in this storm
No need to ask you why"
She took him home, and warmed him up
She saw that he was fed
And then, when all te house was quiet
She took him to her bed
As he lay there besideher
He thought "Life's not all bad
This surely is the greatest girl
A puppy ever had"
Copyright © Herman Hoffman | Year Posted 2011
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