Glory [A Poem]

Freckled and spotted

She stood but a twig

Lost in a forest

Of abandonment

Tires and barbwire

Surround her by day

And at night she suffers

The coyotes cries, not far away

Left with no food

Or water to drink

She stands by a tree

And hopes for relief

Halter grown in

And hooves overgrown

Not a grain in that belly

And left all alone

Withering quick

She stands by her tree

And hopes a kind soul

Will help her to see

There is life still

No matter how grim

Things seem from beneath

This horrid, old tree

This halfhearted twig

Awaits her relief

As the days pass her by

And she writhes with grief

Her name is Glory

All freckled with spots

Like a giant Dalmatian

Trapped in this spot

At the end of her lead

She was finally freed

Not a day too soon

She’ll now find relief

Halfhearted no longer

And happy at last

Whom once was a twig

Knows Glory at last

Halfhearted no longer

And free from that mess

Glory has found relief

At Horse Creek Ranch*

*Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.

Look At That Face!

Look At That Face!

Before I was yours there was a time when I could not go outside. I would stay all day in this concrete cage and the days would pass me by. Many people scuffled through this dark and dusty place; each time they looked but passed me by for a softer, younger face.

For three long years, here I'd wait in this cold decrepit place. Just waiting for the day you'd come and say 'Look at that face!' Through all this time I wagged my tail, hoping and believing that someday you would come and see far past my size and wrinkles.

At my first home... There, they were nice, until two weeks past and twice my size. They didn't foresee my growth or my playful puppy ways. They didn't account for training, or the messes I might make so here I was left to stay in this cold concrete cage. Until the day you came and said 'Look at that face!'

Now here I am today, in this sunny grassy place. I fetch and I obey at the moment that you say. Soon we go inside to the comfy furnished space where you lay down on your bed and I stretch out by your side. You stroke my head, I wag my tail and here we say no more, for here I am today; happy, healthy, and forever home.

A Note From The Author:::...
All of my fur-babies are rescues. I feel the ones who've had a difficult life appreciate and treasure our love more. You'll have a lot to learn about a rescue fur-baby but it's well worth it for the love they give back to you.