I wrote this poem about the day I found my dog Mercy. Sometimes you have to trust your instincts and believe......and have Mercy.
Have Mercy
It was a hot summer evening there was a threat of a storm.
On the grassy edge of the road appeared a dark form.
It shot out of the weeds with an aggressive defense.
Her eyes showed loneliness, confusion, she was tense.
There was sense of pain and fear as she held us at bay.
Yet she looked quite healthy for being a stray.
Gaining her friendship would not be easy to do.
She looked part pit and was growling at us too.
She was limping and untrusting and holding her ground.
There may be no way to tame this stray we had found.
Patiently we encouraged her, we helped her understand..
We were there to save her life and offer her our hand.
One gentle touch from a kind hand and she knew
We understood pit bull terriers we were some of the few.
She submitted to us completely, rolling over on her back.
Revealing the torture she endured on her journeys track.
Her paws were worn and blistered her chest was scratched and bleeding.
Our compassion and our love was just what she was needing.
We don’t know where she came from or where she had been.
We only know that she’s loyal and needed a friend.
She loves other animals, and everyone that she meets.
She’s gentle and kind and licks everyone she greets.
She is so happy we found her, every day we help her see
We are the one’s that are blessed because we have Mercy
