Falling Down
feet too small to reach the sheets,but her will and strength rock on,
not knowing that she might not
survive this leap from wildness to
domestication.
belly warm with food, and nose
sore from pushing and pulling,
since all she has in her spirit is
determination,
like no other pup from her gang.
A bit tired, yes tired enough for sleep
to take her into its arms tonight.
One more eye shut, and lips twitter...
For she is little more than a wee pup.
Poetry by Spots on pups
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Written on 2009-03-11 at 04:54
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