Abandoned Dog

by Robert W Service (1874-1958)
They dumped it on a lonely road,
Then like a streak they sped;
And as along the way I strode 
I thought that it was dead:
And then I saw that yelping pup
Rise, race to catch them up.

You know how silly wee dogs are.
It thought they were in fun.
Trying to overtake their car
I saw it run and run:
But as they faster, faster went,
It stumbled, sore and spent.

I found it prone upon the way;
Of life was little token,
As limply in the dust it lay
I thought its heart was broken:
Then one dim eye it opened and
It sought to lick my hand.

Of corse I took it gently up
And brought it to my wife
Who loves all dogs, and now that pup
Shares in our happy life:
Yet how I curse the bastard who
Its good luck never knew.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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