He might have strayed on the road,
For he has only three legs, struggling,
As he is not used to being so,
Born perfect but became disabled.
Started playfully biting his tail,
When I spoke to him soothingly,
A clear sign of affection displayed,
Making me lament for him!
I interviewed him a year back,
Rejected him and moved forward,
As I forget even my neighbours,
Who has nothing to do with me.
Pinged me out of the blue,
Introduced himself politely,
Pleaded for my reference,
Guided him with some contacts.
Thanked me humbly as expected,
Then he said that I am pretty,
Which I already know for sure,
Laughed out loud and bid adieu!