Puppy Love

See the puppy in the window
Its nose pressed to the glass
I hear a sigh
Or do I just imagine
What the pup is thinking

Brown expressive eyes
Stare back at me
And I hear a whimper
Or am I imagining again

Finally I grab the handle
And step inside…

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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