The Stray

IT WAS a dreary February day That melancholy walk by the park with a blue morning And a cloudless sky. Alas! I met a stray puppy, effulgent with disproportionately large blue eyes. It was fair, furry, dainty and round I thought--- It looked helpless to a lesser extent than I was that day, Nay; --- curious and shy (In-need of a cuddle.) Though it appeared to be innocuous and child-like in it's sentiments, i approached cautiously, like one in danger --- Like one would enter a parish church after a remorseful week of sin. No one on their right mind ought to know that every endearing puppy has a stray and agitated mother lingering close by --- A stray and agitated mother who saw a saddened beast in me --- And I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day. I met a stray puppy the other day and I wouldn't want that puppy's mother lashing out on me that day.