Puppy in a pool

Poor little blighter
All alone
There in a puddle
Of blood,
A moan
We hear as he lies
A severe head
Injury sadly
Just looks dead
They bring a blanket
And lift him,
he
Stirs and moves
Frighteningly
Final breaths
As a matter of course
Impassive breathing
From his source

How he struggled
Day and night
Lots of cuddles
Lots of light
Day three came
His eyes stayed shut
Slept for days
The little mut
Animal aid unlimited
They
Fussed over him
All the way
Picking him up
Cuddling so
With lots of love and care
His glow

And his content
And eminence
His immortality
It made sense
His legs were shaken
So much shock
Which only kindness could unlock
A chastening thought
Such mortification
Unassuming
His salvation
Just belonging
A bonding he
Felt and all the sympathy

Of So many friends
He had never known
Crowded around him
It was shown
Love and affection
And tenderness
Understanding
To free his stress
Sweet nothings
From the sari clad
Lots of kisses
He now had
The street had been
His hell on Earth
But now sweet heaven
For his rebirth