Puppy Love 

He was a scrawny thing
with a lonely, winsome look
when luck brought him 
into welcoming arms.

Bad luck — turned to good
with the turn of a key,
and the resonating clang 
of bars behind sheltering backs.

With kisses like sugars,
it wasn’t long before he curled 
into the curves of loving hearts
that had given back his life. 

And so he proudly set his goal
to do whatever he must do
to repay that love
the only way he knew.


april 2005
Janet Reid




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