Abandoned and Alone
On a bitterly cold Winter’s Eve, on
my way to a birthday party,
I passed a group of people singing
in aid of charity,
Their music was great, and the fire
invitingly warm, so I stopped for
a while,
Then I popped a donation and waved
them goodbye,
With only about a few feet from my
destination, I thought I heard a
whining sound, or maybe it was
more like a child's cry.
Anxiously, my eyes darted round
and round,
Then I saw a broken box on the
ground,
Luckily, the street lights were
working, and there it was, a coat
of wet black hair, trembling with
half-closed eyes not more than a
few months old,
My heart sank, then it whispered,
you can’t leave it there,
So I inched closer and noticed it
was almost frozen but a cute little
dear.
Now matured in strength and height,
he enjoys walking with me in the
cool morning air,
In his company, I feel at ease, and
his presence fills my heart with
cheer,
Be it night or day, rain or shine,
through the woods we roam,
His playful spirit and lovely sparkling
eyes could melt a heart made of
stone.
His wagging tail has a rhythmic beat,
He makes me breathless and keeps
me on my feet,
He jumps and leaps with joy,
As he plays with a piece of wood, a
newfound toy,
With eyes of untold wisdom, he’s an
attentive listener in whom I confide,
In my trials and triumphs, he has
been a comfort by my side.
So here’s to a once nameless,
abandoned pup, Fluke, my cherished
companion and a rare treasure,
May our friendship continue with
many more days of joyful
adventures.
By zyrool
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