Chapter 1 : The Lost Waif
It rained incessantly
all that week.
Even the slush filled
earth shuddered
From the icy chills seeping into
It's drenched and rotting folds.
Not far along the road,
Where,just for this one season,
The caravan set up camp,
A litter of canine naivete had
Found their way
into the ravages of life.
The Gypsy had felt such dread
For the innocent young babes,
Blind as they were,
huddled for life,
For it was in the cards,
Neither her nonna,
nor these pups would
Live to see the azure blue skies
That would slip back into their lives,
Once the thunderclouds fled.
She was safe
for this season and
Her Caravan had
set up its house of fun.
Well fed, warm
and a blazing fire
In her furnaces,
she worried
naught for herself.
The puppies would
keep her awake sometimes
On those nights when
ukeleles did not sing,
nor anklets and waistlets dance.
