Sandy’s New Kid

Some time in the dark of the night I heard a cry

A piercing squeal which bid me draw nigh

No lights were on and I groped around

Directed to a hole in the wall by the chilling sound

Yelping and cold and heavy in my grip

So big with white markings above the top lip

Night was short and I rushed back to the yard

Early in the morning ten pups were nursing hard

When I cautiously checked I noticed the same one

Kept steady development until it was the largest grown

I chose to keep Kid and our bond was surreal

Didn’t have another companion whose spirit I could feel