She found him in the old town ditch,
Approaching Merrin's farm,
And tenderly she held him
In her rags to keep him warm.
And as he licked her grime-streaked face,
Then shared her dark, hard bread,
She carried him across the snow,
And to her dark, hard bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where would humanity be without the animals who would befiriend even the poorest of us with a devotion which puts half of us to shame. A great write Kev.