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.
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