Forget (Notevember 2022, #12)

By Jonathan R
art by Lisa Ainslie (click image)

Now, what did I do?
I cannot recall
I’m standing here holding
A drool-covered ball
It’s ever so slimy
And ever so wet
Who does it belong to?
I seem to forget
 
I think just as I
Was leaving the park
Behind me I heard
A pitiful bark
It seemed so familiar
I couldn’t say why
It’s rather peculiar
But in my mind’s eye
 
It was like a fog
I seem to forget
But maybe a dog
That I had once met?
So I turned around
And there, all tied up
A poodle I found
A sweet little pup
 
The ball must be his
Yes, somehow I knew
His collar said “Rex”
He looked like one, too
I wondered to whom
This dog might belong
I waited an hour
No one came along
 
He looked quite abandoned
Left there all alone
I said “come with me
and I’ll give you a home”
Deep down, I know it was
the right thing, and yet
I feel something’s wrong
But what? I forget
 
On the way home
I made a quick stop
I tied the dog up
And when I left the shop
Outside some had left their
Sweet little pet
I think I know who…
But no, I forget