Champ to the Rescue

Seven-thirty to Four and an Eternity behind

Twenty lost souls who can’t signal, brake or drive

Pushes all thought of him out of my mind.

How much more irritation can I possibly survive?

I park and finally leave this damned mobile prison

And brings me closer to that sweet little face,

Should put some spring into my action.

Instead, it slows and adds trepidation to my pace.

I insert the key and turn the lock. I open

Not only the door but also my outlook.

Storm clouds have stayed too long to dampen

My day and now threaten a return to spook.

It isn’t always instant; the change of my mood.

Not even from his end. For sometimes he also has forgiving to do.

I hastily leave him in early morning dashes, I barely leave food

Or water, and on occasion, no quick peck or “I love you”.

But then our eyes cautiously meet. A slow thaw begins to melt

Hurt feelings, frustration and pain surrounding us all day.

A whimper and a sigh begs me to hurry; his excitement heart-felt,

And that’s when I truly feel how much his soulful eyes can say.

I grab a toy as I reach for the door latch,

I quickly survey the room for his leash. There are no qualms

To his most immediate needs when he throws himself. I catch

The fuzziest, most adorable pup mixed with Maltese and Pom.

I brave the onslaught of his wet puppy kisses and

I finally notice that my body has replaced all the pressure

It fought off today with peace. I realize how much my spirit misses

This affection that only comes from Champ to the rescue.