Out in the Cold
Before the dinner on Thanksgiving Day,
by the roadside, a lonely
bed, abandoned and covered in snowflake,
banked a heeler puppy.
Each muscle of my running body
engaged in an abrupt halt,
extended a hand to the one named Lady,
enfeebled beside the asphalt.
All my coaxing paid fine dividends,
as Lady, gathered into my arms,
anorexic, cuddled close, as now-trusted friends,
allowed a mile-and-a-half walk past farms,
lakes, and sheds, to our front door.
Little did we know she was so frail.
Light-ended, she tipped–heiny up–before
licking all the food from the canine pail.
–T.A. Sukany 21 Feb 2017
Before the dinner on Thanksgiving Day,
by the roadside, a lonely
bed, abandoned and covered in snowflake,
banked a heeler puppy.
Each muscle of my running body
engaged in an abrupt halt,
extended a hand to the one named Lady,
enfeebled beside the asphalt.
All my coaxing paid fine dividends,
as Lady, gathered into my arms,
anorexic, cuddled close, as now-trusted friends,
allowed a mile-and-a-half walk past farms,
lakes, and sheds, to our front door.
Little did we know she was so frail.
Light-ended, she tipped–heiny up–before
licking all the food from the canine pail.
–T.A. Sukany 21 Feb 2017