Hotter Than Embers
I am confronted by all their faces.
The faces that say please love me
In place of my owner who is an absentee.
So, here I am, giving out warm embraces.
I wish my work was enough,
But here they shall stay in the lost and found.
At least we’re better than a pound,
Letting them live instead of ending them in a snuff.
I stayed with them in their final moments,
Letting them know they’re not alone.
I wish they could have a home of their own,
But my wishing ends in anxiety
Knowing that they could forever be at our Humane Society.
But I shall not fret,
I shall not lose hope in those Society members.
I will let the will to give them what they deserve burn hotter than embers
Because I know it’s something I won’t regret.
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