Today’s prompt write a “gathering” poem.
It was a gathering of the minds
Of the tall and the short
The black white and brindle.
We gathered as one
Shoulder to shoulder
Arm in arm.
What asked one are you here for
I looked a little puzzled
Why for you of course.
Oh she said and moved on
Stopped and looked back over a shoulder
Smiled as if she knew.
In the midst of so many
I lost her for some time
I wondered where she’d gone.
With resolutions made
Farewells were uttered
We headed for the door.
Against the doorjamb she leaned
A cheeky look, a twinkle in her eye
She took my hand, led me away.
I wonder now about that gathering
How we amongst so many
Found each other.
Written for: https://therattlingbones.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/poetry-prompt-wednesday-11/
Morpethroad 
Divine appointment, I’d say.
Thank you Dell.
Most welcome.
Beautiful, Michael… I love the chance meeting of two who are apparently meant to be 🙂
I used to flinch at the idea of fate, but have since discovered it has its merits. Therefore, I will give fate a two-thumbs-up on this one 🙂
What is meant to be, is meant to be. Glad you found her at the door!
I’m glad she was waiting…lol