She grew up with the community
A friendly companion when all else was beyond reach
Every mating season our street attracted maleness
Painful to watch so many of them wait their turn
Helpless though she seemed to tire as well as take pleasure in
Six cute puppies she brought into this world
Left them only to run along to fill her belly
Fate, one day, had her head banged into
Bleeding she ran to last feed her world
She died, we found an adoptive mother
They suckle and she feeds as if they are one gene.
Gladdened by the turn of events
We set out to hail success
Our concerted endeavor for an adoptive mother
Saw us brighten with hope
