Puppy Love
The rain grabs my calves They spasm in pain It's a cold night that bares Wishes buried I try and laugh it off But for the snarl Which I try to muffle To get it lost in the rain A queer kind of thudding Someone's asking to go out Whining at my doorstep/ scratching Like a dog on a scent I can't say no to the puppy within The poor beaten thing I hear him howling into the wind In the nights when tears spring into my eyes The silence isn't answer enough But I let him out anyway Pity strives to stay my hand But this lesson isn't mine to be learnt. Written on July 11, 2010.