Dog's Purpose

January 22, 2018
By Anonymous

Anger and fear and pain came from the boy
I stayed right there by his side
Burying his face in my neck he cried some more
“Were lost, Bailey”
He was surrendering to the sense of defeat
I laid with him as we took a nap
Terrified the boy wouldn't wake up
But he did
Rousing himself slowly
He seemed to be walking without a purpose
He was squinting in the fading light
My fatigue lifted as I sensed people
The boy straightened, taking in breath
His excitement faded into fear
I sensed his mood
Even though I didn't know what was going on
As he stiffened to run away
The man shouted “are you Ethan?”
And we were saved
This was my purpose.
My purpose was to love the boy.
Keeping him warm at nights
Being his companion


The author's comments:

This poem is based off of W. Bruce Cameron's book, "A Dog's Purpose". 


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