Getting Acquainted
I spend most of my time playing alpha female for my pack of dogs. Lucy (Boston terrier), Harley (chihuahua). Hershey (miniature dachshund) and Jasper (standard schnauzer) are my entertainment and sometimes muses. Jasper is a puppy mill rescue dog and I'm in the intital stages of writing a series of vignettes of his life since the rescue contrasted with eduaction about rescues and puppy mills. I do actually have other interests than writing and my dogs. I love to scrapbook, watch ice hockey, listen to a variety of music genres and reading. My parents both were avid readers and passed that love on to me. I'll read a cereal box if you set it in front of me!
Little Girl Lost
Little Girl Lost

Come home, little girl.

The street is
no place for you.
I know the drugs
have taken their toll
on your fragile soul.
You are running from
responsibilities
and the law.

You say you're scared,
little girl.

Winos sip from their
paper-bag beverages,
addicts shoot poison into
their hungry veins.
Violent men look for
"new girls"
to add to their
carnal stables.

Winter is coming soon,
little girl.

The cold nights will
only turn colder.
Where will you sleep?
Under cardboard?
A bridge?
Will death claim you?

Come home little girl!

Here you are loved,
here you are safe.
Face the music-
the tune of your own
instrumentation.

Little girl lost
and alone.
Please come home
before it is
too late.


This is written about my cousin who is living on the streets. It is not meant to "flow." This is raw emotion. I have changed very little since the day I wrote it--I want that emotion to remain raw.
~Nikola
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