Stray Dog
Author: Charlotte Mish
Your wistful eyes searched everyone as he passed.
Stray dog-so lost so starkly and thin,
And yet your gallant hope held to the last
That there would come a heart to take you in.
Some came who jeered at your bewilderment,
Some kicked you, shouted, threw things till you'd gone
But oh more cruel was the one who bent
And petted you and murmured - and went on.
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