All the world’s a multi-lane highway,
With numerous obstacles flashing right and left,
And countless paths to wander aimlessly along.
First arrives the pouring, stupendous drops of precipitation
Floating and dancing their way through the atmosphere and freezing
Every entity wandering in its treacherous path.
Vehicles zooming by add to the mysteriousness of the
Dark and gloomy night, speechless as a rural community
Free from all illuminations and utterance,
Far from the loud wails and screams of the metropolis.
Off in the distance lies a lonely white canine wondering,
“When will I be free from the clutches of desolation?”
The subsequent phase emerges with the eventual residency
Of a canine who had been redeemed by one who
Most evidently carries a brawny adoration for him.
Next comes the seemingly eternal phase of unprecedented love,
Evidently proven through several long years of unconditional
Bacon-wrapped bundles of joy and stomach rubs fit for a king.
Unfortunately, the next chapter parallels the first. The interminable
Nights on the streets and days desperately foraging for a meal
Have been replenished. All hope seems all but lost.
Exactly when the lowest point possible has been reached,
Hope knocks on the doors of the canine’s emotions.
He is swooped up into the adoring arms
Of a woman who is as ecstatic to care for him as he is
To be off of the boisterous and unforgiving streets.
Not long after, the face of Benji is entwined in an enormous red
Ribbon: luminous like a freshly picked strawberry.
He finds himself in the midst of Christmas, and
Comes to the enlightening conclusion that he has been selected as a gift for
A family that is anxiously waiting in anticipation for their
New family member. Years go by, and he finds himself
Around the same adoring caretakers, joyful and free.
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