On a farm that has ten hundred sheep a lamb has a broken leg.
our intrepid vet is on his way to save it. He succeeded and we all
get misty eyed. We who think animals are our equal to us except
we eat this could give a wrong impression.
If all people are equal so are animals, but what we see is dogs
with broken legs and a hurt pig in its sty
We must learn to understand that some animals are our enemies,
not that they have sought out to be, so and to avoid the abysmal
pests we have to eradicate them.
My old dog having been in Hellas and beyond I had to spare its
agony and put it down - twelve years it waited- Its deep blue eyes
held no rancour.
And now alone I can't help thinking, who is helping me through
the transition from the conscious to the mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem