A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He's been here for days now with nothing to do,
but sit by the road waiting for you.
He can't understand why you left him that day,
he thought you and he were stopping to play.
He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays.
How long will he suffer? How many days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat is parched dry,
He's sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head and closes his eyes.
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
This would have been the fate of my dog Yoda if I had not picked him up off the side of the road two months ago. He was starved and dehidrated. He lay next to the box he had been dumped in and he was waiting for his heartless master to return.
 Sweet Smartcat · Sun Jun 28, 2009 @ 01:05pm · 0 Comments |
