DAISY PRINTS

 

One day when I was feeling down

I thought it might be wise

To view the puppies at the pound

And look 'em in the eyes.

The city pound shared space

With the Humane Society.

Carried in that place

With me a sense of piety.

I thought the "savior" would be me

When I went to the pound.

I didn't know that it would be

The other way around.

So many dogs there on display –

My mind was so befuddled,

And then I glanced to where you lay

In one small corner huddled.

I stopped before your cage and knelt

To take a closer look.

Your melancholy made me melt . . .

You shivered and you shook.

I thought you surely must be sick.

My head said, "Don't be fooled."

You gently gave my hand a lick . . .

My head was overruled!

Yes, love works in mysterious ways

Completely unexpected.

The moment you returned my gaze

We instantly connected.

I got you home and cleaned you up

And, for a solid week,

You didn't make a sound, my pup,

But volumes did you speak.

I'll never know the full extent

That you had loved and lost,

But in your new environment

You didn't count the cost.

For whether I was sitting, standing,

Kneeling on the floor –

You stuck to me like glue, demanding

Love and nothing more.

Your spirit soared, you soon became

A playful streak of white.

With total confidence you reign

(As long as I'm in sight.)

They say a dog defines a spot

One didn't know was void

And, for the wonder you have wrought,

The word is "overjoyed!"

Oh, I'd had other dogs before

But never one like you.

I couldn't know what lay in store

The day of your "rescue."

Now from that day and ever since,

My canine counterpart,

You've left a trail of Daisy Prints

Emblazoned on my heart!

~ Author Mary Sullivan ~