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Poems
YOUR
DOG
He is your friend,
your partner,
your defender,
your dog.
You are his life,
his love,
his leader.
He will be yours,
faithful and true,
until the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
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PRAYER OF
A STRAY
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Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care! I'm tired of running; I'm
sick with despair. My body is aching; it's racked with pain And, dear
God, I pray as I run in the rain That someone will love me and give me a
home; A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me up all day in the yard, Sometimes with no water
and God, that was hard! So I chewed my leash, God, and I ran away To
rummage in garbage, and live as a stray. But now, God, I'm tired and
hungry and cold. And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old. They've
chased me with sticks and hit me with stones While I run the streets
just looking for bones! I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a "victim of Man"! I'm wormy, dear God,
and I'm
ridden with fleas and All that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good And I won't chew their
shoes, but I'll do as I should. I'll love them, protect them, and try to
obey, When they tell me to sit, lie down or stay! I don't think I'll
make it to long on my own, Cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all
alone. Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry, Cause I'm so afraid
God, that I'm gonna die! And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live. So, dear God, please answer
my prayer and Send me somebody who will REALLY care
As I hope you'll hear me up there!
brings tears to my eyes.
--Author Unknown |
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I
AM FAMOUS NOW
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I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of
half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got
famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun
trips... just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my
three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they
said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good
times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were
concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE.
My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry
because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I
can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play
and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and
frogs.
I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and
says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with
my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before
I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells
bad but I eat it anyway.
Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now?
I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and
playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing
my puppies. They are crying now.
I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw
me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight. Two got cold
during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We
are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get
some food.
Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone
came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies, they were crying and
whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies
famous now? I hope so, because I miss them.
They are gone.
The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was
beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and
unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be
good.
Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that
was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone
held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid
over the last one who cared.
I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared. |
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