The milk is barely there,
The puppies’ blind, sucking air,
Limping she searches for food,
Anything to feed the hungry mouths,
Exhausted she lays down,
There is no godfather to pet her crown,
Needy eyes look at passersbys,
Whimpers,
Scarce is love and so is food,
There is a quiet strength in those frail limbs,
A fight to live,
Beat the cold, the hunger, the thirst,
In this dubious world,
Her children must come first.
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