For today’s OctPoWriMo prompt. The first broken heart. The lurcher pup in the photo isn’t the one we had briefly. Our little lurcher was grey-black but her face was the same.

Photo©Yohan euan o4


Like bitter beads

strung on a chain

the first, the bitterest,

taste lingers still,

the dreamed of puppy,

too bouncy, too messy,

too demanding,

returned to the pound,

just when she had captured

my heart.