The Woman and the Pup
And with the first rain's smell, she withdrew into her shell.
With no sound other than her dog's paws on the cold ground,
Her warm soup she began to taste, her loneliness she couldn't really embrace.
As tears her nose did touch, she looked at her pup and realised she didn't need much.
And when the tiny one saw tears stream out of his best friend's eyes, he sniffed the air protectively as if to smell the cause of fright,
It was almost as if he could hear the sound of her heart, he looked around when he realised there wasn't no one from them apart.
His food the pup did not Taste on that day of distress, but decided to sit by the grieving mistress.
On that day, his master's absence did his soul touch, that day the woman and the pup, missed their love so much.
28/11/19
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