THE HAPPENINGA Poem by Betty HermeleeTwo of a kind....
The Happening
He ambles in a blur, the dark of night closes in as she views his white face, black figure tangled hair, long and sleek eyes cloudy with teardrops which fall to the earth alone without collar, she believes he is a stray she invites him to approach and offers him her last bite of a half-eaten sandwich the dog senses the treat and snatches it out of her hand he sits beside her and nuzzles his nose in her lap she offers a half-broken smile
She ponders the idea of whether to bring the dog to her nest, her friends, home away from home space is cramped, yet she is moved by this living soul she proceeds to pet and cuddle with him they linger, the two, like fast friends then fall asleep against her knapsack on a cold concrete sidewalk
They awaken at dawn, a purple-orange sky greets them in her dream she chooses to adopt this poor creature cold and hungry, they hasten to find nourishment that has been tossed into bins she understands the dream is her choice, determined to keep him with high expectations that the two shall match well with her nest under the overpass a tenacious life of care and respect
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17 Reviews Added on July 29, 2025 Last Updated on July 29, 2025 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more.. |

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