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Little Fellow Traveler
I saw the puppy, when I awoke behind the dumpster, Playing with a piece of trash, snorting and woofing at The imaginary beast and I wondered what brings the Little gift to me to enjoy in this world of the unenviable. I studied him awhile and he studied me, each of us Not moving yet but wanting too....two lonely scruffs Wanting the companionship of trust and maybe love In this loveless life of alleys and trash cans. He let me move toward him ever ready to run To nowhere.... I touched him gently and smiled at The softness and smell of him and he licked my Hands in return....we found each other and the day was right. We were inseparable this little wingless angel of The grey streets sharing our turmoiled lives and Food for a time, with his little piece of rope around His neck with a decorative red bandana. Together we were the gypsies of the block of Cement squares having conversations with words And uplifted eyes perhaps sharing a tear or two when The moment came....I live you because you love me. Stringy little brother who had no name left one day For no particular reason as we do in this underworld Of spent offerings....I looked but could not find him. Once Kore emptiness fills my heart.
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