Millie

She lived at the shelter, shivered and shook
I almost walked by without giving a look.
the nice young man reached up high
brought her out, said – give her a try.
She clung to my shoulder, held on tight
seemed so timid, had so much fright.
I brought her home to join the gang
gave her attention, a nice new name.
It didn’t take long, the real puppy came out
she was running, barking , just wanting to shout.
Such a great friend I never had
loving and loyal, not a bit sad.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©