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.
Copyright © Mark Heil | Year Posted 2017
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