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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: November 27, 2020      Views: 49
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Barb works at the local food bank volunteering her time at the country market. Barb has lived just about every profession there is to do. She has had a wild ride in her lifetime and uses poetry to tell everything. She is a cancer survivor. She hates - more...

She is an accomplished poet and is currently at the #26 spot on this years rankings.

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Chapter 3 of the book 2020 - 6
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"It Was Worth the Wait" by Barb Hensongispsaca
He cowered in the corner looking all alone and lost.
His tail was down between his legs, his fur, mangled and tossed.
His eyes so sad they made me cry, his ears were hanging low.
His body swayed, confusion played, mistrust his major foe.

I did not plan to take him home, my heart, it broke in two.
I really could not walk away, but what was I to do?
Tomorrow he would take that walk and breathe his last alone.
He'd given all he had to give, I just could not condone.

I sat there with my arm outstretched, awaiting his next play.
I'd either earn his trust right then, or have to walk away.
He could have bitten, could have struck, his mouth was, oh, so near;
I felt my body start to shake, my eyes they stung with tears.

He looked at me with mournful eyes and then growled once again.
I should have slowly moved my hand, I'd nothing left to gain.
But something made me stand my ground, and I am glad I tried,
he moved his nose to touch my hand, I grabbed him as I cried.


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Please, Christmas is coming and if you are considering a pet for the household, please, please consider a rescue animal. Some have their days numbered and a lot depends on you. Please think of the lost and how much they would cherish a place in your hearts. And remember, it's forever, not until you get tired of them. If you can't do that, then a pet is not for you. They are family, not trash or toys.

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