Little Leader

Down the street, I grabbed a glimpse.
Little legs puttered on a shadowed stone.
I paused to stare at him or her alone on the vacated street.
No leash, two pointy ears moved about.
Then a man appeared, following his little leader.
Black silhouettes in a dim, one walled hallway.
My feet lured my eyes away from the scene,
And I left them.

{I find poetry therapeutic.}

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