Photo: Poem: Willa's Walk

Willa

Photo and Poem by Cynthia Sheridan

Willa’s Walk

Willa was lost and in a real pickle 

Out on the street with nary a nickel

On busy 15th, cars stopped with a screech 

But Willa was scared and way out of reach.

Finally I grabbed her by one skinny leg

Poor Willa was naked: no collar, no tag

From out of my trunk came a collar and rope

Then we were off… to her family, (I hope)

She dragged me along at very fast pace

Heading for home, (so I thought). What a race!

For six blocks we marched, then arrived… at the park

She had squeezed in a walk – this pooch is quite smart.

After that, she made a quick turn-arounder

And went back to her house, on the street where I found her.