Pup Rescuer


My niece corralled us–’you have
to see them.’ We knew we could not
simply look and walk away. Ten pups
played in a child’s playpen.
Their mother had given birth
in a neighborhood junkyard.
A community rescuer had taken
them home, hoping to find kind people
to adopt them. Puppies of varied
colors and coats barked,
and climbed over one another.
Then, my eyes met those
of a barrel-shaped pup, wiry
gray hair on her belly
like a fox. She looked into
my soul. I picked her up
to hold, and never put her down.

Written for Poetic Asides April 2014 Challenge Day 5 –
Write a discovery poem.  (Object, person, animal, dishonorable deed, etc.)

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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