Sweetie

Curled in my lap
our afternoon nap
a little ball of fur
happy and sure.
Weeks ago
you wouldn’t know
a little lost soul
nowhere to go.
Alone at night
no one in sight
a frightened little puppy
not feeling lucky.
They took her to the pound
she thought she was found
but no on choose her
no long fur.
She hugged and kissed
but seemed to miss
finding a home
a place to roam.
But soon came a friend
someone that could bend
feeling love in her heart
they just couldn’t part.

Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©