Norman’s Story While still just a pup they caused me such pain They tattooed my ears, a number, no name They trained me to chase a lure at the track Not fast enough, I was left at the back No money was made, a failure was I Not good enough, they decided I must die They muzzled and trussed me then hacked off my ear I screamed out in pain, I cried out in fear They held me so tight and did it again I cried out for mercy, but none did they show I yelped and I cried and tossed to and fro When they were finished they threw me aside Discarded like rubbish, and hoped that I died A stranger did stop and hold me so tight From the darkness I saw a bright spark of light My spirit’s not broken I’ll not let them win To give into their cruelty Would be such a sin My ears they have healed, my heart’s on the mend I’ve got a new home and a forever friend I’m home now contented, stretched out on the floor No chance of confinement a wide open door The past is forgotten, the future looks good A cosy warm bed and plenty of food Copyright © George Anderson 2013
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 11:32:10 +0000
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