Smile At First Glance by Tom Scanio

The shaggy haired dog appeared
emaciated, unloved. Yet–

Its eyes were bright and the constant
panting resembled a smile, as if it were
happy despite its apparent hardship.
The dog did not growl when I approached
and gently ran my hand over its back.

It just laid down and glanced at me as if
approving of my action. As we viewed one-
another, I knew instantly my duty and its fate.

Now, better groomed with a shiny coat and
somewhat plump, the smile seems more
pronounced. I am glad, for it is why we
first met.

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