David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,578 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Dog At The Pound - Poem by David McLansky

I could not rescue you my friend
Though you curled around my feet;
I could not give you home and rug
After weeks of cold and sleet;

The man who saved you from the road
And washed your bleeding paws
Saw the nature of my present dog,
His jealousy, his snapping jaws.

So small the heart of dog and man
That though my love be boundless,
Hatred rules the narrow soul,
Although their fears are groundless.


Comments about Dog At The Pound by David McLansky

  • Susan Lacovara (2/19/2014 8:28:00 PM)


    Having rescued my most trusted companion, Shamus, over ten years ago...literally from the last cage, in the last row, at the pound...I have received the greatest benefit of being rescued! I often tell people, my truest friends have been four-legged. PEACE (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Lacovara (2/19/2014 8:24:00 PM)


    Having a rescue dog myself, my trusted loyal companion, Shamus, literally taken from the last cage, in the last row, from the local animal shelter has been the greatest rescue of myself! I often say most of my truest friends are four-legged. PEACE (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013



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