He appeared out of nowhere
looking for his lost loved ones
whimpering on his great loss
he looked at me only once at first.
He was lost in his own thoughts
would his master discover his missing
would he ever able to spot them again
will they come back for him or never.
It was then the poor dog observed me
who was all the time trying to read him
the rain made things worse for him
a confused bundle of fur he appeared.
The road provided him no shelter
and running to and fro at first
It was then he observed me well covered
and came near my large umbrella
When I gave a few biscuits, was he glad
as he looked at me with benevolent eyes
to gulp it down and rush back to the road
to be on the lookout for his lost master…