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
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