(The following poem was just published in the Oak Ridge, Tennessee Humane Society newsletter, also that of a humane society in Scotland. Why am I posting it on a religious website? Because little, and big, creatures are God's creation and need all the love you and I can give.)
Who could look at a sleeping dog
And not feel his or her heart tug?
Someone who needs to feel love more,
A person whose soul has
Yet to be awakened, that's who.
Is there anything more disarming
Than one's bloved pet in repose?
I suppose.
Perhaps to a parent gaving at their child.
About this I wouldn't know.
I say to our doggie,
You are sometimes challenging when awake;
(Especially when it thunders).
You were as a puppy sometimes wild.
But when asleep on floor/bed or rug,
Your innocence moves me to the core.
