The Hunger

The Hunger

For days now he had hungered

His search took him along many an avenue
Where his pleas were so harshly ignored
But his need was such he had to continue
So to all that he met he implored

Many turned him away with brusque impatience
What had he to offer them they all jeered
Still he searched with true innocence
Of the way he was evidently feared

Daringly he turned his gaze upon all
All those who walked the same paths
All those who he heard over their wall
Tending their gardens with care
Ever hoping he might find that one
That one person who would freely share

His recent loss burned still in his heavy heart
The devotion he had given and received
Had been beyond reproach from the start
She had been the one and now he grieved

His thoughts turned to the day when he awoke
To find his companion gone yet still there
No response came as usual to his gentle stroke
Still and cold, so very cold as he offered care

All that long day his hope lingered with them
Until night fell and hope slid away numbed
Tangibly wandering into the dark and mean
Moon shadows cast behind the wind rattled shed

A sharp whistle seemed to bring him from his dream
It turned his head and stopped him in his tracks
He shook his head hardly believing the scene
Then ran swiftly towards his mistress now back!

Joyous reunion after those empty days
Filled both as they embraced lovingly
Her hands no longer felt cold but her eyes
Her eyes did seem a little pale and misty

They were soon walking briskly back home
To the potting shed they had found abandoned
All the spiders would ask why did they roam
Neither would answer as they settled into bed

Down the avenue none had noticed their joy
None had seen them walk by in evident glee
None had heard their footfall or call of good boy
But minutes after one lad saw what didnt flee

'Hey Mum' he called into the kitchen
'Come and look at this old dog here'
'There's nowt you can do for it Marvin'
Poor old thing - must have been a stray dear

Back in the shed good boy and mistress rested
Peace was with them amidst peat and dead fern
Neither ever pined or wept again in their bed
The hunger was gone now, never more to return

(c)Rhumour
June 12th 2009