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The Rescuer
Who are you, Who has Rescued Me?
My Trusting
Eyes, You Will Not See.
My Aching Bones, My Fur is a Mess,
Parasites Galore, You Know the Rest.
I Run, I Hide,
Yet You Persist.
What is this Thing You Call a Kiss?
Your Hands They Caress Me, Oh Yes I Want More,
But
for All I've Known, I Run for the Door.
My Tail Remains Tucked, Between My Legs,
Even When You Pet Me, I Still
Turn Away.
Confused and Scared, My Guard is Fixed.
What is This I Feel, My Emotions are Mixed.
You Give
Me Food, A bed to Call My Own,
What Is This Place, They Call a Home?
What They Have Done to Me, You Will Never
Know.
You Can Only Imagine, as My Spirit is Low.
I have Lived in a Crate, for All of my Life.
I am Living,
I am Breathing and I do Feel the Pain.
My Life Means Nothing, in the Courts of This Land.
Because I cannot Speak
Human,
I am Tossed Away, Like a Grain of Sand.
If I Must Return, to the Sludge of the Mill,
At Least I Had
this Moment, When at Last I could Feel.
I am Sentenced to Life without a Parole,
Through it is no Fault of My
Own.
I Thank You for the Moment, I at Last had a Home.
One of These Days, The Courts of This Country Will See.
There are Those who care, They Hear Our Cries, They Hear Our Pleas. They Weep the Tears, That fill the All the Seas.
They Are the Ones
Who Rescued Me! Author Unknown
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