An Abandoned MuttA Poem by justiceAn abandoned mutt sits under a flickering streetlight in the blowing snow of January.
His white fur blends effortlessly with the blizzard.
The glow of his sad eyes the only beacon to alert his presence.
Like a lighthouse, he sweeps his head from left to right as if calling to the ocean to return a lost lover.
Except the ships are cars which pass by him as ruthlessly as the waves mocking the forlorn lover as they wash nothing on the beach.
I call to him.
His eyes dart in my direction and for a split second the melancholy eyes are hopeful.
Upon seeing my face, however, hope fades
and he returns to sweeping left to right
like a lighthouse searching for a lost lover. © 2011 justiceFeatured Review
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10 Reviews Added on January 27, 2011 Last Updated on January 27, 2011 AuthorjusticeOmaha, NEAboutI am an out of work, out of school, out of luck 21-year-old trying to make it in the world of writing. I am fairly new to sharing my work and I am just looking to improve myself. I welcome ALL critici.. more..Writing
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