Friday, October 19, 2012

Homeward Bound

Cully was a puppy

big of feet, big of heart

Who loved to run and laugh and play

He'd meander across the yard

sniffing here and checking there

It was all good fun

He'd discover something new and neat

And off dear Cully'd run.

When Eve would fall there'd come a call

and Cully'd bound away

from the smells and tortoise shells

Run home at the end of the day.

...

But then one day the pup he played

too far from his dear home

He wandered to a neighbor's porch

and there began to moan.

Whimpers lead to whispers as the neighbor's lights turned on

The door open, Cully came in, and had himself a bone.

A woman's face, a warm embrace

held him for the time.

But at the end of the day, he was a stray

and his heart could never be mine.

...

A stop on the road, I lightened the load

for the happy wayward hound,

but then came the day Cully scampered away

And I knew he was homeward bound.

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