Rainy Day Snacks
Hopping from the bus he trots through puddles,
Rain boots squeaking on the concrete.
He watches small friend groups huddle
Together when they meet.
Passing mossy bricks and fences,
He turns into an alley.
Glancing about, his heart tenses,
Seeing a wall painted in talleys.
He pulls out a paper sack
Filled with leftover lunch meat.
“Come on out. I’ve brought you a snack”
He whispers, while cars echo down the street.
From the shadows a little paw crept out
Followed by the head, torso, and tail.
It was a little dog with a scar across his snout,
His fur the color of a rusted nail.
“Here you go.” said the boy
Holding sliced salami in his hand.
The little dog snarfed with joy,
As the boy squatted in the muddy sand.
Patting the puppy on the head
He watched it munch away.
“I’m glad you like it,” the boy said
“And I wish that I could stay.”
“But I gotta go home now,
Soon it will be dark.”
He got up with a bow;
The pup replied with a bark.
Walking away the boy gave a wave
Trying to contain his sorrow.
He thought of the next day and what the puppy may crave,
As he called out, “Same time tomorrow!”
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