A POEM

 

They dumped it on the lonely road,
Then like a streak they sped; 
And as along the way I strode
I thought that it was dead:
And then I saw that yelping pup
Rise, race to catch them up.

You know how silly wee dogs are.
It thought they were in fun.
Trying to overtake their car
I saw it run and run:
But as they faster, faster went,
It stumbled, sore and spent.

I found it prone upon the way; 
Of life was little token.

As limply in the dust it lay
I thought its heart was broken:

Then one dim eye it opened and
It sought to lick my hand.
Of course I took it gently up
And brought it to my wife
Who loves all dogs, and now that pup
Shares in our happy life:
Yet how I curse the bastards who
Its good luck never knew!