A Storm Lit Night [ The Lonely Stray] - Poem by alan brown
A gray shaggy dog walked slowly along the black tarmac road with head bowed
as he looked for somewhere to rest his tired bones.
The rain came down persistently upon his weary head,
dripping down from him as he stood looking.
Ahead lay a twisted sheet of corrugated iron
bent up towards the blackened sky.
Selfishly, he crept below taking shelter from the storm
as lightning struck a nearby tree.
Hungry and weak he rested
staring out from below hoping for a change in his life.
His bones hurt even in rest
but his mind strode on believing in the sanity of the known world.
The thunder roared as the storm peaked rolling across the midnight sky
sending shivers through his wanton sole.
A light twinkled as it approached his demise,
heading towards him fast from up the road.
Hope entered his heart as the voice of man was heard,
but anguish soon overtook, as his shelter was destroyed.
Shushhhhhhh, Get away you filthy beast
was the cry as man thrashed him from behind.
Running but without strength he made distance between him and his perpetrator
as he looked behind disbelieving.
Guilt entered his mind as he walked on but hope was lost.
Death would be his savior, and time was short.
From the distant ski a blue light glowed illuminating his weakened frame
as a ray strong and warm gave strength to his heart
as it took him without remorse
up to a pleasant land beyond the stars
The pain of life had gone
but the hurt of man was forever in his mind.
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