IN A SHOP WINDOW.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17230, 22 December 1923, Page 8

IN A SHOP WINDOW.

He was such a little puppy in the window of a shop, And his wistful eyes looked at me and they begged me please to 6top And buy him—for a window’s awful lonely, and folk pass And they make strange, ugly faces and rap sharply on the glass. He was such a cunning beggar, and his paws were soft and wide, And he had a way of standing with his head held on one side, And his mouth just slightly open, and he almost seemed to cry: “ Take me from this horrid window, ’cause I’m ready ’most to die.” He got tangled in my heart strings, made me want to break away From the lease I’d signed so gladly—was it only yesterday?— Said that dogs were not admitted—he was not a dog, not yet! Only just a tiny puppy—and his nose was black and wet. Did you ever speak unkindly of the friend you held most dear? Did you ever call out crossly, so that bystanders could hear? Did you ever pull a curtain to shut out the smiling day ? That’s how I felt— but more so—as I turned and walked away DOROTHY REED. 237. Bealey Avenue.