There´s a pet
shop in Main Street, on the old edge of town,
Where all
people stop & either gently smile or sadly frown,
Kittens,
puppies & sun-feathered birds sing in cages of tears,
Where mice
& bunnies burrow beneath their sawdust fears,
Where fish of
gold & everything for the pampered pet is sold,
But, where at
night, the door is locked & all is dark & very cold.
In the window
there´s a cage of puppies, all sizes, sorts & types,
Big, small,
spotty, fluffy, those of coloured & very strange stripes,
Folk tap on
glass, coo, enter, choose & eventually pick one & buy,
But one
little puppy is always there, the same one, left high & dry,
He is the one
that nobody chooses, a runt & an ugly little fellow,
Of no special
breed, of no beauty & with fur a dull & dirty yellow.
New puppies
came & puppies went, but he just stayed put there,
Little head
on his paw, he would just watch, wonder & sadly stare,
Then one day
an old lady appeared, looked in & almost passed by,
But she
stopped at the pet shop window, peered in & met his eye,
Staring into each
other’s souls, the puppy & old woman both knew,
The shop keeper
said, “Madam, tomorrow there´ll be better & new”.
“I don´t want
new, I want him”, pointing at the pup, she tartly said,
“But the pup is
just a cur, a left over”; he said & scratched his head,
“I never married
& I was never chosen nor ever loved, my dear man,
I´ve no friends,
no babies of my own & no one will ever call me Nan,
So I shall take
him home with me now, even though it wasn’t my plan,”
She smiled with
a tear in her rheumy eye & the puppy just licked her hand.
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