Stray dog at the doorstep,
Looking for a home-
Scruffy, tired, miserable,
Sad and all alone.
He needs a friend
And looks at me,
Begging for a hug;
He needs me, I need him,
Can’t flick him away like a bug.
Mom comes o’er,
Looks at him,
And melts before my eyes.
He cocks his head,
Offers his paw,
And looks to us above.
That look he has-
So small, so hopeful-
Staring into our eyes…
That small dog Has a home
With me until he dies.
Copyright © 2006 by Karen Kappen. All rights reserved. No portion of this poem may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
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