Abandoned at the Door

Morning light spilled soft and plain,  

as she walked through the shelter doors,  

seeking joy among wagging tails.  

But there, a shadow darker still—  

a puppy, trembling by the gate,  

his small life held in unsure hands.  

The couple, shoulders stiff with guilt,  

turned away before the first word.  

Their heavy silence told her enough:  

the world, sometimes, forgets love.  

She knelt down near his quaking frame,  

whispered warmth, a promise of home.  

What choice was there, when life pleads,  

to leave it shivering on the brink?  

So she carried him to our arms,  

his small body light with belief.  

Now, his heart beats through our walls—  

small proof against the world’s neglect.