245 (25.03.2015)

Little girl, cute, the age of one of ours
About six or maybe seven, between
Two men. Cross the road beneath Paris towers
I wish now that these people I had not seen,
Or had ignored when one of them he said
"I'm a good dog, I'll be a good good friend..."
Across the road on either side they led
The girl. My wife and I sense they pretend...
Something seems wrong but what can we do?
I move ahead suspicious and alert
"Is she Ok? What's wrong with her you two?"
"Missing her mum who went to a concert..."
I let it go but something niggles still,
I'm fear somehow they meant to do her ill.

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