Wednesday, 17 May 2023

A Poem a Day (587): Lost & Found

 
Lost & Found

At the Lost & Found,
they look into brown puppy-dog eyes,
stare in deep, see a furry face light up,
tongue roll, watch the whip-tail wag the backside
off, find themselves in another being –
one they can take care of, like a child.
 
A pup they can take for a meandering walk
in the park, play with, who will maybe guard them;
a creature that takes away the loneliness
of an empty day and gives back what they’re given.
 
When anyone exits a bell clangs above the door.
To the shop owner, it’s just another sale.
But the visitors leave with a jaunt in their step,
blissfully unaware that they’re the ones
who have just been found.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 17, 2023


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