RESCUED?
He walked the ribboned road alone abandoned since his youth not much flesh upon his bone bad mannered, unkempt, uncouth. Always nervous and on the move he had a keen and shifty eye, constantly trying to improve his skills, as the days went by. Scorned, deserted and left to die he had resolved to fight and live this wrong he'd work to rectify, for in his heart there was love to give.
Alas, despite his vigilance he was caught, then chained and caged, escape would depend upon their diligence and the strategy he engaged. He was suspicious of their attitude, their food and clean dry straw, what did they expect, his gratitude their clan had started this war. They stood in groups and gawked at him, was this to be his epilogue? Escape from here looked very slim Now that he was a rescued dog!
L.D.B.
