Nicki
Moderator
I have been given permission to share this, written for the guardian of a beautiful cocker spaniwl who came from a puppy farm, you can read his story here http://sites.google.com/site/puppyalert/
A Cry In The Dark
Not born to run through fields of gold, here to breed and puppies sold.
... No room to turn inside this crate, wasted body, only here to mate.
No arms to hold my weakened head. A desolate barn, no permanent bed.
... Never to run through woods of umber, puppies sired with countless number.
Tiny bodies with faults untold, sold for profit, from sordid fold.
My amber eyes are blind to light, my matted coat in dreadful plight.
No kind hand to caress my head, my babies are taken too soon instead.
No warm breeze upon my face. Help me to leave this cursed place.
My cry in the dark will not shield me from harm.
So turn and abhor the puppy farm.
Eileen Hersey 1996
A Cry In The Dark
Not born to run through fields of gold, here to breed and puppies sold.
... No room to turn inside this crate, wasted body, only here to mate.
No arms to hold my weakened head. A desolate barn, no permanent bed.
... Never to run through woods of umber, puppies sired with countless number.
Tiny bodies with faults untold, sold for profit, from sordid fold.
My amber eyes are blind to light, my matted coat in dreadful plight.
No kind hand to caress my head, my babies are taken too soon instead.
No warm breeze upon my face. Help me to leave this cursed place.
My cry in the dark will not shield me from harm.
So turn and abhor the puppy farm.
Eileen Hersey 1996
