If God grants human prayers
It only follows he grants those
Made by lost dogs - I bet she
Sits and waits for you to arrive
You, the human, who saved her
Who showed her more than love
An acceptance that her life had
Merit even if she could not stay
With you - so now she scrambles
Out to run, checks as cars go by
And prays - that once more before
She goes - she will see you again
And so she prays and so tomorrow
You’ll drive by and maybe wave
