Poor little blighter
\nAll alone
\nThere in a puddle
\nOf blood,
\nA moan
\nWe hear as he lies
\nA severe head
\nInjury sadly
\nJust looks dead
\nThey bring a blanket
\nAnd lift him,
\n he
\nStirs and moves
\nFrighteningly
\nFinal breaths
\nAs a matter of course
\nImpassive breathing
\nFrom his source<\/p>\n
How he struggled
\nDay and night
\nLots of cuddles
\nLots of light
\nDay three came
\nHis eyes stayed shut
\nSlept for days
\nThe little mut
\nAnimal aid unlimited
\nThey
\nFussed over him
\nAll the way
\nPicking him up
\nCuddling so
\nWith lots of love and care
\nHis glow<\/p>\n
And his content
\nAnd eminence
\nHis immortality
\nIt made sense
\nHis legs were shaken
\nSo much shock
\nWhich only kindness could unlock
\nA chastening thought
\nSuch mortification
\nUnassuming
\nHis salvation
\nJust belonging
\nA bonding he
\nFelt and all the sympathy<\/p>\n
Of So many friends
\nHe had never known
\nCrowded around him
\nIt was shown
\nLove and affection
\nAnd tenderness
\nUnderstanding
\nTo free his stress
\nSweet nothings
\nFrom the sari clad
\nLots of kisses
\nHe now had
\nThe street had been
\nHis hell on Earth
\nBut now sweet heaven
\nFor his rebirth<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading