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

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