Que equivocado

The door opened and there sat a small puppy

sheltering from the rain

it was crying 

whimpering almost.

The soft glow of candle light

blanketed it's misted fur,

and it was beheld by a woman.

The two stood still

one outside,

one inside.

Suddenly a beast appeared,

the pup's mother 

glaring from beyond a gate,

the puppy was shooed away

and skipped back to it's maker.

The woman closed the door.

But the cold wet puppy 

followed her 

into the mind's eye,

and she stood at the door
waiting,

wondering, why she didn't hold it
when it came to her,

and she squeezed her eyelids
and cried.