Molly

We don’t know how old she is
or where she was born.
One ear has been injured
her teeth quite worn.
Her heart consumes her total being
the love and joy you can’t help seeing.
She nuzzles and licks, hugs and talks
goes absolutely crazy if you speak of walks.
She lived at the shelter in a dirty old cage
the lonely conditions brought no rage.
She shares her love and brings us joy
she needs nothing more – not even a toy!

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2000 ©