I approached him with caution
The poor little mite
Chained to a railing
Along way out of sight
He cowered as I neared him
He looked all skin and bone
Someone heartless left him
Rather then take him home
Intentions were to let him there
Hoping he would not be found
Not caring for his welfare
Could have put him in a pound
I almost went and passed him
Until I heard him whine
A pitiful sight before me
Tears flowed from my eyes
I broke the chain that bound him
Lifted him up into my arms
His tortured eyes look at me
Unsure would I do him more harm
He's on the road to recovery
Since that fateful day
He is now my constant companion
My dog Lucky my best friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Daniel, this is such a heartfelt moving piece, Lucky is such an apt name for your lovely dog! ! !
My son has him to this day, Thank you Margaret