The World of Gray

“The truck has come”- the children cried,

As they spanked the door;

Their anxious eyes did wander around-

Seemed shaken to the core.

We rushed to them, My wife and I;

We had no ample time,

For men with snares and hearts of stone

It was worth every dime.

The truck was parked beside a fence.

They heard a feeble bark.

With sneaky steps towards their prey,

They tip toed to the park.

Seven puppies slept, oblivious of fate

And dreamt of love and play;

Of trotting with their little paws

Beneath the world of gray.

“Seven pups and their mother along

Would be a better trade”:

We wondered how these cruel men

Of God are not afraid!

Innocent souls deserved to live

Their lives as free as me;

With men and women and children around

Like a mermaid at the sea.

Iniquitous snare who had in hand,

He trapped one poor soul;

Who wiggled and twitched and cried out loud

Yet slipped out of his hole.

Crimson drops from the toddler’s neck

Drenched the entire road;

For the pull was strong, he couldn’t stand

The struggle with the node.

We reached the truck, a little late

A precious life we’d lost.

With truculent stance and a heated row

Evinced the fervent cost.

The truck retreated with disinclined mien

Beneath the world of gray;

The puppies slept detached off the world

And dreamt of love and play!