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"She's eight weeks old and weaned," the farmer said,
then placed the trembling Pup within Meg’s arms.
"It’s time to go and find a home away
from home where she can romp and learn and grow."
Her friskiness, bright eyes, and timid bark
quick warmed Meg’s heart; Pup found herself a home.

That night Pup looked for mother as she whined
and chewed the edges of her cardboard box.
The ticking clock Meg put beneath the rags
replaced the sound of mother's beating heart.
A little more secure, Pup fell asleep…
Meg wondered if the mother missed her pup…

Two weeks have passed, and all is going well.
Pup's found a niche within the household walls
and learned the rules; no jumping on the couch
or bed. The hours she spent in wooded yard,
with kitty and the spaniel from next door,
have opened up her sheltered puppy-world.
How well Pup has adjusted in a life
away from mother's warmth and primal love.
She found herself a home away from home.

Meg thought this while she stroked Pup’s silky fur
and waited by the phone for her dear call—
Her child at school three hundred miles away,
who just began her freshman year today.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest:  Structured Forms - Iambic Verse
Sketch a Fictitious Character II
Sponsor: Giorgio A.V.
Judged: 01/17/2015

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