Rescued

Big brown eyes

Full of wisdom and pain from his past life

Lying on the dirt

He's witnessed many a fight

Survived weeks of starvation

His torn up old feet

A constant reminder of the losses been endured

The long scar on his grey muzzle

A memory of torment and hurt

 

Big brown eyes

Full of wisdom and love for his carer

ears perked up

He's got friends now

Never goes hungry

His torn up old feet

Healed by nurturing play and love

The long scar on his grey muzzle

Now only light, a distant memory

 

Rescued 

This poem is about: 
My family

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