Juno

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Nearly every night
Juno wakes me
With eerie sounds,

sounds that are crying,
tormented
from deep dreams.

She came to our gate
eleven years ago, starving,
having recently had puppies.

After feeding her for days,
she never tried to go back
to them,

so I thought they were dead,
or taken from her.

I go to her in the night,
comforting her,
telling her she is now safe,

telling her
humans are both tormentors
and saviors.

2 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

2 responses to “Juno

  1. Boomer has bad dreams as night also. I can’t stand the thought of what some animals go through. Sad really.

    Linda
    http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
    https://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com/sherlock-boomer
    ❤ `*.¸.*´

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s