“Rockstar”

That boy was the worse for wear
Demodectic mange everywhere
Intense itching
Inflammatory
Parasitic mites you see
He was smothered all his hair
Scratched away
With no one to care

Drinking from the gutter he
Found infections generally
Encrusted bones a filthy state
Really on his final wait
For death to come
And surely break
The monotony
For his own sake

Animal aid unlimited came
They had to net him
But he was game
At the hospital washed
And cleansed
For he
Needed his treatments vitally

Despite his
Condition
At the time
With love and care
“Rockstar” would climb
Out of the woods and into the blue
He ran about
Like he used to

Loved to be kissed
Loved to play
In and out
All of the day
The water bath
Loved that a lot
A precious boy
They knew they’d got