Lady

Lady

A Poem by minisla

Lady

 

One day came when I said no more

I thought too myself life was becoming a bore

So I looked it up on the web and browsed through a few sites

Where I came across a nice dog her name they called Lady

 

So I called the contact number given under the Ad

I organized to meet up with the owner in Laois

Called down too my bro to go for the spin

And that was it finally a pet for my sins

 

We travelled for an hour until we got to the place

All of a sudden I heard an unmerciful screech

The damn brakes were failing on the old car

It was a miracle a wheel didn’t fall off then and there

 

We pulled into the garage where we were to meet

The owner would take us to see the animal sweet

We drove for ten minutes until we were finally there

Walked in through the gate anxious she’d be scared

 

There she was looking up at me with a little thin pink collar

Black and white like the advert a lovely border collie

I kneeled down to greet her and knew straight away

She was coming home with us back the same way

 

But before leaving Lady did a strange thing

As if she knew she was going and wouldn’t see them again

She went over to everyone individually and said her goodbyes

Some of the owners were crying with tears in their eyes

 

The owner kindly gave us a mat, bowl and lead

It took her a while before she trusted the boys

Lady finally plucked up the courage to jump in the car

If the brakes were to fail now we wouldn’t get far

 

It has been just a year now and Lady’s still here

She’s part of the family god knows why she left there

She’s the loyalist dog I’ve seen on the planet

All she wants is a walk and a Ball …. Who’s the best Dog?

Lady is…………………….

© 2013 minisla


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Added on October 17, 2012
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minisla
minisla

Ireland



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Putting feelings on paper. I'm not one for reading excruciatingly long stories. Like everything in life short and too the point. No time for dilly dallying. more..

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A Poem by minisla