Goodbye, Wanderer
First time we met, you left your litter, my wanderer.
Choosing a fitting name, I thought I'd try 'Wanderer'!
So playful, your favorite game always Hide-and-Seek.
I'd search the backyard: "Where's my little guy, Wanderer?"
Sunday threatens rain; I find a hole under our fence!
"Are you playing a game? Where is my shy Wanderer?"
The rain rolls down, drenching my clothes and my spirits,
masking the terrified tears in my eye, Wanderer.
Knocking on doors, fighting back tears, hoping against hope.
Where is my pup? Why do you make me cry, Wanderer?
I put up signs, I call the local pound, I pray hard.
Three quiet, lonely weeks drag by. Goodbye, Wanderer.
written 14 Sep 2020
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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