A Good Deed Done
A Good Deed Done
by Rick Rucker
I hardly even saw her there,
Hiding in her cardboard lair.
She was filthy all over, with dirty hair.
I can't imagine her mounting terror,
To spend this freezing night, in open air.
I couldn't pass without a care,
By morning, she'd be dead, a Fate, alas, not too rare.
The guilt, for which, I'd not bear.
I came up with a plan whose chance was fair,
I drove to the cops, then found a pair
that would transport Dirty Hair
to a shelter where, some warmth, she'd share.
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