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.
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gray0328 (
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Gray this one is such a good metaphor for all orphaned and rejected the neglected and forgotten. "Give me your tired your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breath free" by Emma Lazarus. It seems that that door was locked and bolted long ago. Poignant this metaphor applies to all that have a heart and soul and not just to dogs. Wonderful poem Gray
Thanks Soren
Most welcome
A tribute to all the shelters and orphanages (probably an outdated term) which help transform irresponsibility into the positive. Enjoyed for this message.
Thanks Dave
Beautifully said. Your poem highlights themes of empathy, the bond between humans and animals, and the power of love to heal.
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