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.
She has the same laugh
and the same past
Does not see the masks i wear
protective nurturer that is my sister
She has the same frown crease
to a lesser extent
Both strong minded
like two hurricanes meeting
but in the eye of the storm
stubborn angry unconditional love
She has the same star sign
but we posses different traits
i taught her songs silliness and swear words
She makes me proud
Often told "your so like linsey"
"No" I say with my familiar frown breaking into a matter of fact smile
"Shes just like me"
Im sure she has the same reply