The Trade We Make

The dog sat quietly, eyes full of grace,  
Watching the customers in this busy place.
They took their meals, and with each bite,
Exchanged for notes, a common sight.

But then he rose, with a piece of a leaf,
His eyes full of innocence, hope, and belief.
As if he knew the trade we make,
He offered his token, for hunger’s sake.

With nothing but trust, he made his plea,
And in that moment, it was clear to see—
A heart so pure, with no demands,
Just seeking kindness from human hands.

I took his leaf, and with a smile,
Fulfilled his wish, though it took a while.
In that small act, we both could see,
The beauty of simplicity, in perfect harmony.

Created
By MarkWaldrop

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