July 31st, 2008
Ever wonder how little puppies take care of themselves when it's cold?
LONESOME
Little Puppy, sitting there
In the field mid daisies fair
wary eyed you look at me.
Are you lost? Or could it be
someone put you in this place
all alone this to face.
Soon the sun will fade from sight
and the day will turn to night.
You have no drink or food to eat.
Come---I will take you home with me.
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Tags: Lonesome, Poems