A little girl sat on the swing set
When I took the dog before dawn.
I almost missed her quiet face
But the moon was still in form
Her face was streaked with tears
In her hands she clutched a cloth
With which she tried to cover her face
Fear upon her visage wrought.
I almost asked the obvious question
‘How did you get in here?’ Something
Stopped me, I looked at her, almost
Translucent in the depleting night.
She cried corpulent tears
I almost missed her whispered plea
“I want my mother, where is my mother?
She said she would come back for me!”
“Where do you stay?” I asked, distraught
“Everywhere, in places you do not see
Don’t leave me behind, take me home.
I too have” she proudly said, “a family.”
While I was pondering the logistics
Of how and who and what and when
The chance to save her slipped away,
For she was gone when I looked again.
I went back to bed, sleeplessly tossed
Convinced it was a dream. I found her.
In the hungry eyes of the morning news.
Brooding black eyes looking straight at me.