“Buhica”

A busy street
A bench
And legs and me just
Lying there
Nobody taking notice
Nobody aware
Feeling flawed and broken
Not in a perfect place
Curled up
Feeling sorry for myself
Just out of place
With reality at that moment
Needed someone to see
Then someone came and picked me up
Me a small puppy

And he called me the name “buhica”
And said I had a prettyface
Really feeling so inquisitive
And from that moment in another space
Wanting to be playful
The food they gave me
Was
Good to eat I just felt loved
And that was just because

Someone actually noticed me
A lady who before
Had been feeling sad and lonely
And shaken to the core
But really in a moment
He found me and I knew
The tail wags and the tummy
Loves the rubs
And that life was true

Stray paws was the outfit
Was betterment for me
Took me from a sad place
And showed me I could be
Everything I had ever dreamed of
And that for me was key

They shared with me their spirit
Salvation seemingly
That’s really what a bitch needs
And so recovery
Felt lovely
Like a face lift
It woke me up no end
Just laying there alone and blue
Was how I found my friend

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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