A Love Poem

I had told you about Hengloo I was fond of feeding him he was fond of me. I had told you too Come Saturdays returns the pain of not seeing those waiting eyes. Now you ask me why I write these all over again? For at the grocer's came a brown cow his dangling head his storm-cloud eyes signing to me feed me I too am hungry. So this Wednesday evening with my socks still worn a love is born. I hear a voice say Here I send a new friend find me in him. My socks still worn I dip my hand deep into to find more friends... Saturday is just three days away.