On a hot dry street
Lies an old sick dog
disregarded for an age
Unattended and left alone
Clearly off the page
Of life and care and loving
Sickly through and through
Wounded unable to walk
Wondering what to do
Animal aid unlimited
The measure of true souls
Come and stroke and love him
One with given roles
To rescue and to care for him
In a blanket Kindly wrap
And transfer him to the ambulance
What a lovely chap
Back at the place of caring
Washed and cared for he
Dried his wounds all dusted and cleaned
Effectively
Hand fed by syringe
As gentle as can be
And just shown some love and care
And everyone can see
The powers of thought
Returning
A sharpness in his gait
A soundness and a balance
Somehow he can state
His need to become independent
Of heart of mind of soul
Clearly regaining potential
Which can be seen as his goal
and it’s all been done
With love and care
Given without wrath
Gentle and forgiving
placed him on a path
Of recovery and brining hope
To his tired old frame
Angels of the streets they are
Animal aid by name.