Dog At The Pound Poem by David McLansky
Dog At The Pound
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.
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
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4/19/2024 12:50:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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