MR. FERGUSON WENT AWAY.
Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain Productions
Fireworks burst and scared the dog
Whose leash was not enough to stay him.
So into the night he ran for his life
for all about seemed such mayhem.
The neighbors then mounted up a search
that lasted till near the coming dawn,
up and down the streets with flashlights they came
past gator ponds and over many a sprinkler kissed lawn.
Searching! Ghost-like the owner came and went
down center-lines she walked the night;
her voice in trailing sobs as she called his name
echoing out in horrible pain, but he never came into sight.
And the cries stayed warm and fresh
as the search went on past morning light
for a tiny dog, a pocket dog, a lost dog,
one feared would not return to his owner’s sight.
A day passed … then two, then three
four and five the calendar fell away,
then the dog with leash from two miles out
to its owner’s sight came home to stay. July 17, 2012