by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The way you buried
your nose in my hand
made me unable to forget you
that cold morning
at daybreak.

Skin and bones you were.
Perhaps a boot to your neck,
or starvation,
sent you fleeing to my gate,
asking for help.

So I let you in.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

19 responses to “Dog

  1. Ethel,

    This is such a beautifully sad and happy poem.

    May I ask is it real, did it happen to you? I am such an animal lover:):)

    Christine xx

  2. That is just so beautiful!

  3. Good heart = 6 hrs of loyalty + unconditional love…

  4. Make that 6 years; sorry about that. I was distracted

  5. Caddo Veil

    I suspect you’ve taken in a fair number of “strays” over the years, Ethel–four-legged, two-legged, broken wings and broken hearts. God bless you–love, Caddo

  6. What a blessing a foundling dog can be! Thank you for reminding us so poetically, Ethel!

  7. Ethel, your poetry always touches me deeply. Your writing is always so moving, as is this one.
    I’ve missed being here and reading the works of both you and Thomas. (Hoping to eventually make my way back….) Warmest regards!

  8. Julie Catherine

    Ethel, animals (winged, 4 and 2-legged) are often led to those they can help, and to those who can help them … I am not surprised, and she is beautiful! All the animals I’ve had through my life have been “rescue” animals, even my little Annie, who was my brother’s dog – when he passed away in 2007, she “adopted” me … we did not think she would survive, but she will be 18 years old at Christmas this year …. πŸ™‚

  9. Thanks, Ethel, for caring for the animals, and blessings to you for giving this desperate guy a home! And creating such a beautiful poem.

  10. A tale of heart, and beautifully told.

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