The Pound
THE POUND
He looked at me with cautious eyes
As I walked by his cage
The white whiskers on his face
Attesting to his age
I wandered down the row of strays
Looking at them all
In hopes I'd find the perfect one
And ones homelessness forestall
There were several that I liked
Most jumping at their gate
Telling me how much they'd like
To escape their current fate
But somehow I could not forget
The old guy by the door
He wasn't cute or young or spry
There was something more
I went back and took another look
While he just sat and stared
As if to say I can't believe
That maybe someone cares
There was a sadness to his face
That stirred something inside
I knew he'd traveled rocky roads
Before being cast aside
This is the one I told them
He's going home with me
Put a collar on him
And I'll go pay the fee
And as I took him home that day
I knew right from the start
I had gained a faithful friend
And he had claimed my heart
Placed 2nd in Francine Roberts Pick A Pet contest
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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