Waif

Had I blinked, I’d

Have missed this little

Miss misfortune, had I

Stepped the other way:

Unknown passing on my head,

But somehow turned this way, a

Quivering, cowering lone li’l beastie

Trused me, completely.

And home we went, and home we are

Gone the days without those eyes

Sparkling, dancing, dart around my feet

And curl beside me, oh, little she!

Did I notice this piece missing, in life?

Or feel an emptiness, a hole, a place

That needed filled, awaiting

Little miss?