It's a young dog, I can see.
It's wounds sting, more than bees.
He sat so still under the tree.
His dark eyes filled with plea.
Sadly, I cannot bring him home.
However, I don't want him to roam.
I only took, a tissue and wiped off foam.
Light in his eyes brighter than when fur combed.
I know it's just a small thing.
I know I can't stop the wounds' sting
I know the young dog has a long way in spring.
But maybe, a little hope for him, I did bring.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
It's a young dog, I can see.
It's wounds sting, more than bees.
He sat so still under the tree.
His dark eyes filled with plea.
Sadly, I cannot bring him home.
However, I don't want him to roam.
I only took, a tissue and wiped off foam.
Light in his eyes brighter than when fur combed.
I know it's just a small thing.
I know I can't stop the wounds' sting
I know the young dog has a long way in spring.
But maybe, a little hope for him, I did bring.
Something which really happened, to me 6 years ago.