Reflections

Oh little one-you should not have been born.
Into this world as an object to be torn,
From a world of promises held out by mankind,
Without the chance to grow, to seek, and to find.

As I stand looking into your puppy face,
I mourn this act of deplorable waste.
Your tiny mind senses that no one did care,
Bewildered, rejected-you simply sit there.
In a 3x2 cage you wait and you wait,
Captive to an unknown and unjust fate.

No one came by or called to ask,
If you were chosen in the days that passed.
Your mother once held out that promise "to be"
But your little eyes will never be able to see,
The joy etched on a small childs face.
Your warm furry body never feel an embrace,
Deprived of sharing in a child's golden hours.
Never to run and prance amid spring showers,
Never to fecth a ball or stick,
Never to be taught a doggie trick,
Never to be a mischievous pup,
Only the pain of mankinds rebuff.
Never to smell the fragance of summer flowery,
Never to chase whirling autumn leaves,
Oh how these thoughts cause my heart to grieve.

Wagging tail, Trusting eyes,
A puppy paw reaches out through the bar to me,
Oh, Dear God, if only we both could be free.
Free- of the mental anguish, the emotional strain,
This pup & I become as one in this senseless pain.

Who spun this thread of life...
Who determines the length...
Who decides the time...
APATHY dicates
Oh little one please understand-I Love You,
And with love, I send you away.

                      Amen,

copyright 1979 by Barbara Hurst Smith