“Sheru”

Underneath a counter
In a slum area we see
A shadow of his former self
Looking painfully
Out upon the tumble of
People thereabout
Drenched in people poverty
Of that there was little doubt

Really badly injured
One of his eyes had popped
Such a weird affliction
Nothing could have topped
That a stream of blood
Ran down his face
And clearly he
Was tormented by the agony
That anyone could see

He wasn’t just a street dog
It’s just his guardians they
Were Too poor to get vets involved
And so they thought to say
ANIMALAID unlimited
Call them up to see
If they would come and rescue
Him
And they did immediately

Wrapped him very gently
In a blanket and they sent
“Sheru” off to hospital
He appeared content
He was then sedated
And by emergency
The eye it had to be removed
And stitched up rapidly

The sari clad
Were on his case
When “sheru” came around
He did feel dejected
But his feet were on the ground
He was given cuddles
Lots of them and they
Clearly made the difference
And he was eating straight away

It’s amazing when neglect
Takes charge how quickly souls can lapse
But comfort and a caring hand
Really kind of taps
into the true psyche
It lifts one as we see
And all the sari women
Just loved him honestly

He loved to sit in bowls of water
Curled up probably
Thinking to himself how lucky
That he be
He received a lot of kisses
And his luck apparently
Had changed to good from
Not so good
and for him
That was the key

Another victim
Happy
The angels of the street
Worked their miracles on him
Made his life complete
Brought the pup out of him
Made him like to play
He was just a different dog
And more so every day