The deserted Garage

The deserted garage looked
  inconspicuous and drab,
grease-stained and bleak,
its large metal gates woebegone and rusted.
 The winter  chill
seemed to have shorn it of all colour.
  
As night fell, a stray dog
headed towards it whimpering in the cold.
Then as if by magic, three other strays
appeared from down the street
and soon snuggled next to each other
 on the cold and rough concrete.
  
Now, together the foursome braved the cold,
the deserted garage, now no longer deserted,
beamed at the cuddlers’ canine congeniality,
filled it was with new vitality.

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