Constance La France Poet Verse

Lost

the night is cold 
and snow is falling and gathering
it drifts and drifts on the streets 
and a dog is stumbling along
she is a lost runaway 
with no place to go
with no shelter
and no food
and no family 
and busy people rush by
not hearing
the dogs weak whimper for help
just a few more steps is all she has
so, she lays down in the pure white 
until the end comes
remembering the family she loves 

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May 11, 2021

Poetry/Verse/lost
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1353-952-11
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (May 12)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 05/12/2021

First Place

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Ann Foster May 15, 2021 at 9:03 PM So sad.. beautifully written. Ann Constance La France May 17, 2021 at 3:32 PM Ann, thanks for the compliment, it is so sad when pets go missing and are never found, there is no closure and we are left with horrible images of what could have happened to our sweet pets, that's why my cat is an indoor cat those paws will never set foot on grass, love _Constance

Sotto Poet May 11, 2021 at 10:42 AM A Great gem Constance, brimming with considerations and symbolism here and there ( the dog's weak whimper for help) the time has changed, yet implications still alive Constance La France May 11, 2021 at 4:51 PM Las, thank you for the compliment, peace _Constance