Lost and Found

She looked out at the strawberry moon
And all the surrounding stars,
And embraced the moonlight in her room,
The quiet reaching near and far.

She breathed deeply of the solitude
Safely hidden in stillness’s loving cup.
She heard the only sound to intrude.
It was the welcome breathing of her pup.

He had wandered streets alone and scared.
She found him three years ago.
He wasn’t abused; but apparently no one cared
And simply had let him go.

She sat in her own silent elation;
There was peace and no anxiety there;
The two breathed in syncopation.
He looked at her with a loving stare.

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