Abandoned

amarica
Author: amarica
Word Count: 375
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I was once a tiny baby,
a cuddly furry bundle of joy.
They took me from my mother
and gave me to a little boy.

I cried a lot for my mother
and missed my whole family.
But the boy was so glad to
take the time to hold and hug me.

I finally grew to love them
the people who were my new family.
Though I often dreamed of mama
and wondered if she thought of me.

Time passed and I grew up
and the boy stopped playing with me.
Oh, I think he still loved me,
but now he was a teen.

I now lived in a doghouse in the back
because no one had time for me.
Where once I curled up at the foot of his bed
now his skateboard replaced me.

I’d find a dish of food by my door
but the boy I now saw rarely.
And I could watch from within my fence
they had put up to separate them from me.

They built a pool and I would watch them play
and I’d bark to tell them to play with me.
That only seemed to make it worse
because my barking made them angry.

Then the boat arrived and I was left alone
every weekend when they all went boating.
I slept a lot and dreamed of mama
and wondered if she ever thought of me.

One day they came with a stranger
who put a chain on me.
They turned their backs and did not watch
as the big man dragged me away.

So here I am behind these bars
not knowing what will become of me.
I don’t know what I did to be put in jail
but I keep hoping someone will come and help me.

_________

There are some people who truly do provide rescue and real adoption and long-term rehabilition for these poor babies and these are real heros.

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Abandoned

Abandoned animals end up in the pound or run loose to be hunted and injured in a world they have no control over. They are “owned” or they are considered wild. There is no place in “civilization” for animals to be free unless they make their way to the wilderness and manage to hide from people and other predators.

There are some people who truly do provide rescue and real adoption and long-term rehabilition for these poor babies and these are real heros.

I recommend visiting these other RB’rs who care about animals and they donate their sales to the cause:

Lucinda
Migkats
ecgardner
Whisperingruth

This poem inspired the artwork “Help Me.” If you wish to view this art please click here

Abandoned belongs to the following groups:

Art and Stories Made For Children and Lyrical Visions

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