The Dog

My Sweet Bunny 8052013

Bunny, by Anne Copeland

I was filled with grief

When I discovered the poor dog

Lying outside in the mud, rain pouring down

An empty jug where the dog was chained.

Ribs and hip bones standing out as if you had been months without food.

Sacred being, how could they defile you in this manner?

How could they forget that you needed love the same as everyone?

How could they simply treat you as if you were no more than a rock.

I wanted to go and bang on their windows until they came outside,

But instead,

I worked on the collar that the chain was attached to

Until it was open

And I picked you up

Carried you home

And loved you every single day

Through the last day of your life.

You are sacred, you are loved

Forever.