The Lost Puppy

Up and down the cobbled streets A father will not accept defeat. It’s 2am, the rain lashes Desperately from street to street he dashes. A lost puppy scared and soaked Would never bite, even if provoked Reacts to every single sound Nowhere near homeward bound. A yelp, a whimper, a desperate cry Just as the father passes by. The puppy sees, wags his tail And runs towards, awfully frail. The door opens, the father stands With a soaked puppy in his hands. The daughter runs, tears flowing The love for her puppy showing. His tail wags, he licks her face, This puppy she cannot replace, Her father did what he had to do, And proved his love is especially true. 27th January 2020 True Love Poetry Contest Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke