Gliding hand over softened coat, I know not how to
tell,
If love and trust will touch the heart, of this life
that rose from Hell.
Hell on earth from which he came like a devil from the
fire,
His wide red eyes and prickly coat – not the pet of
one’s desire.
Yet who or what took him there, to this darkness of
despair?
No comfort, no love, no compassion - an owner who did
not care.
“He should be killed, this ‘red zone’ dog, he cannot
have a home”
But all his fears and all his tears are manmade and
not his own.
Devil be man that put him there and Devil be man not
to try,
To help this life made by God, but to kill him, to
have him die.
Time hath past and fear and rage give way to love and
training,
It will take more time and much more work but his
trust we’re slowly gaining.
One day he ‘will’ have a home, for see how far he has
come
He is leaving behind all the darkness, one day he will
walk in the sun.
Twas not his fault the fear and rage, the cause of
this was man,
So we’ll work with him and hope in time, we will mend
his heart if we can.
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