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One Cold Night

Out of the snow,one cold night in December
while a snow storm howled and moaned.
With a book I sat in comfort by the front door
When above the noise of the blizzard came a
mournful,frightful howl.
Startled,I went to the door.
I searched thru the snow with a flashlight til I
had almost given up,but once more with my hand on the
door knob came a whine of a pup.
I had made up my mind to scold it and send it away,
half freezing myself in that blizzard.
I found it at last in the snow drift half frozen and stiff.
His cold little body shivering and I just could not make him go.
With his small puppy eyes he implored me
not to send send him away in the storm 
and as I knelt closer to see him 
he placed a cold paw on my arm.
Once more I sit here by the fireplace
each time I look in his direction
a friendly tail thumps on the floor.
He watches me,every moment.
You would think he had known just what 
I say with his glad puppy eyes.
He says thank you 
and I am glad that I let him stay.
My new best friend.



Written by:
Misty D. Burress

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