I saw a little dog today,
And oh, that dog was lost;
He risked his anguished puppy life
With every street he crossed.
He shrank away from outstretched hands,
He winced at every hail -
Against the city's bigness he
Looked very small and frail.
Distrust lay in his tortured eyes,
His body shook with fright;
(I wondered when he'd eaten last -
And where he'd slept at night!)
I whistled, and I followed him,
And hoped that he might guess
That all my soul reached out to him,
And offered friendliness!
So many times I have been lost,
And lonely and afraid!
I followed through the crowded streets,
I followed - and I prayed.
And then the God of little things,
Who knows when sparrows fall,
Put trust into the puppy's heart
And made him heed my call. . . .
Beautiful heartfelt poem Margaret. If only all lost dogs could find the kindness you have penned in your lovely poem.
on even further notice about the cough drops my throat is feeling better now so i can do the devil's tango 😈 with my boy friend 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
on further notice of the cough drops i dont need the anymore because im black and i will go to no matter what
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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