Its eyes hold light
And though in spite
Of being small,
It has the right
Of life
Puppy paws
And unjust claws,
Golden mane
That’s gathered rain,
Is where it’s been
It’s many kin-
Brothers!
Sisters! -
Have said good-bye,
When greedy hands go by.
And it still waits,
Its getting late,
And cold;
Without a name,
He still stands strong and bold.
He’s waiting
He’s hoping,
Well, are you coming?
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