Through Lost Eyes
Kelli O. Kersell
Come see the world through the “Eyes of the Lost”,
Come feel the pain, come pay the cost.
You see them in alleyways, hiding in doors,
They shiver in winter, they’re soaked when it pours.
Some may have once known a better life.
Then abandoned alone to this world of strife.
Their food’s from the dumpsters, or off of the street,
Their throats grow parched in the summer heat.
In their fear and confusion, they quietly cry.
While still others must watch their little ones die.
Coats filled with fleas, mats and tatters.
They soon find out how little things matter.
Their bellies are empty, their spirits are torn,
Still they search on till their paws are worn,
My friend, I challenge you If you dare.
I ask, if you say you truly care.
Don’t close your ears to the little ones cries,
See life…just this once..
“Through Lost Eyes”.
*Dedicated to all the strays and ferals who struggle to make it each day.
I took a little dog home that day,
He was ugly and bad, it’s true,
Only I could see………..
his true beauty shining through.
I put him down at my front door
so he could walk inside,
And when I opened up for him,
He just stood there, eyes opened wide.
A big soft bed was there for him,
A fluffy blanket blue,
A heap of toys was nearby,
All bright and shiny and new.
All this for me he seemed to say,
His little eyes they shone,
No more need to bite, or cower, or cringe
All fear and anger gone.
He paid me back a thousand times
My furry faithful friend,
A better friend I never had,
Right up until the end.
We walked a long and rocky road,
Through trouble, grief and strife,
And in the dark and stormy days
He gave meaning to my life.
I thought my heart would break,
When the time came for him to go,
I buried him in his blanket blue
Beneath the cold white snow.
Sometimes I still hear his little bark,
Feel the touch of a velvet paw,
And I still stoop down to greet him
When I open my front door.