Bazil BrushA Poem by minislaPoem about my latest arrival. Called him Baz. His Story.Bazil Brush
I had escaped from the cruel one Broke loose the rusted chains Had enough of the rough treatment Must leave this suffering and pain Ran as fast as legs could carry me Over walls, hedgerows and fields Found a hay barn a familiar place Shelter somewhere to stay warm
Overcome with thirst and hunger Must have been travelling for days My body was lacking of nutrition Feet blistered skin peeling away Woken early the next morning Loud noises coming from outside Afraid somebody had noticed me Venturing in the previous night
Curled up behind some hay bales Tried to stay quiet as a mouse For I am never going back to him Had enough of the struggle and strife A stranger swung open the barn door Approached me calmly as not to fright Picked me up and drove me to the vet Just for safety to see if I was alright It was there I spent the evening For the vet had to do some tests They attached a drip for nourishment Put me in a cage to get some rest He left a bowl with food and water Was hungry thirsty that’s all they said Glad now I made the choice to run Would take weeks to restore my might
Next day the stranger came for me In his hands had some bags of food Have never felt as loved and cared for Not even considered any man being good The stranger took me to his house Thinking finally that I’d been saved From the cruel one from which I fled But could only for a few days
By chance the stranger had a neighbour Who had room for one more dog Met him one day while out playing He asked the stranger was I being fed The stranger told him of my story And how I was looking for a new bed Hopefully in the coming weeks find my owner These thoughts just filled my head with dread He tried everything in his power Even posted pictures on the web Talked to friends of his to ask around Of anyone looking for a dog poorly fed No one yet has come to claim me Been a year I've been treated like a king So the neighbour finally
accepted that He now owns a dog with a massive grin © 2014 minisla |
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1 Review Added on November 7, 2013 Last Updated on March 24, 2014 AuthorminislaIrelandAboutPutting feelings on paper. I'm not one for reading excruciatingly long stories. Like everything in life short and too the point. No time for dilly dallying. more..Writing
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