Sweet Surprise

A sound she heard,

A whimper.

Lashing rain asunder

Absorbed all else

Was it imagination?

She wondered.

Wrapped in bed,

She heard it again,

A pitiable little mourn.

Couldn’t take any longer

She threw off the covers!

At ten past twelve,

On her mother she dwelled.

Torch alight,

Hands held tight,

Into the street they ventured.

Oh, the sight!

Poor, sweet pup

Lost in the rain n’ thunder.

A new home for it,

Clean, fresh and happy,

a different sort of love springs.