Street dog

Certain time, desdescends the slope

Walking towards the fair

That, it weekly happens

Where I buy the food

That little by little during the week I will consume.

It happens, that on that beautiful day

I witness a touching scene

Which, it make me cry

Because, I saw a beautiful little dog

Wandering in the dust road

Starving and alone

Without anybody that could help him.

Then, moved because the scene

I fast bought him a delicious hot dog

Where I usually buy

Before I approach the street where

Every week I shop.

And, even before I call him

I noticed that he was already at my side

Looking at me seating up

Anxious so the hot-dog he could devour.

Then, sad, although astonished

After paying the hot-dog to the sales person

I waited for few minutes

Allowing time for the hot-dog to cool off

For, finally, happily give him the food.

Immediately leaving to go shopping

On that day whose sun and breeze

They seemed did not want to separate.

And, when finishing doing my shopping

I returned walking the same street

That formerly had past

For my surprise to see the street dog to recognize me

For, immediately start running towards me at full speed

Happily coming to meet me

Wagging the tail, barking and jumping

Following me until I have come home

For, then, after I open the gate

Politely, as friend, in the residence to enter,

Creating thus a solid friendship

And, that it has been lasting since that day.

And, really even it won a name

Because I named him Zeca!

I like him a lot due to his fidelity

But also, for having me as a friend

Since that day, that everything seemed lost to him

Due to solitude and hunger truly felt.

By Silvio Parise

Published in 2912 in the book " FÁBULAS/FABLES ", published by Editora Sucesso.

ISBN 978 - 85 - 89091 - 71 - 8

http://www.recantodasletras.com.br/autores/silvioparise