Rescue

Forlorn and lost, without a home He wandered on the street His hair knew neither comb nor brush No shoes encased his feet His hunger told him he must eat Though food was hard to fing Then, in the park, a crumpled bag Someone had left behind Some 'burger scraps, a few cold 'fries It seemed like just the thing A drink of water from the lake Made him feel like a king He took a nap, but soon awoke A storm was breaking o'er He saw the light'ning's fearsome flash Heard thunder's mighty roar He finally found shelter In a closed-up storefront's door Exhausted, shiv'ring, wet and cold He sank down on the floor Just then, a voice compassionate Said softly "You poor guy You shouldn't be out in this storm No need to ask you why" She took him home, and warmed him up She saw that he was fed And then, when all te house was quiet She took him to her bed As he lay there besideher He thought "Life's not all bad This surely is the greatest girl A puppy ever had"