3 little puppies

Under some roofing in an old yard
A puddle of tar had become really hard
And trapped in the puddle
Were three puppy dogs
Frightened and afraid
Just little cogs
In the circle of life
Spirited they
Scared out of their wits
At the end of the day

They just couldn’t move
Could’t drink couldn’t eat
Stuck in this puddle of tar
Near the street
Showing some valour
Determined to try
And, remain hopeful
That they would’t die

A precarious place
For three puppies to be
Their bond of friendship
A totality
Communicating
In a doleful way
On the same wave length
Perhaps one can say

Animal aid unlimited came
Angels they are
Angels by name
Set to work calmly
To carry away
Chunks of this tar
On which each of them lay

Back at the sanctuary
Each washed and washed
Patted and loved
The water was sloshed
And patted and dried
And then washed again
And again and again
They could not be denied

All the care in the world
All the love that they had
And after many hours
They didn’t look bad
All the tar gone
Dried and forlorn
And they had found their mother
Who clearly was torn

To be with them healthy
And bouncing around
Glad that her puppies
And her all were found
Despite their trauma’s
Despite their pain
The family was clearly
Together again

An obvious closeness
A tenderness more so than you think
Between victims and angels
Each on the brink
No doubt of giving up
But we can see
That with love and with care
That how life should be

three little puppies
Playing around
Chasing their tails
On the dusty ground
What could have been hopeless
Turned into joy
Thanks to the folk
That the carers employ