Rescues

Rescues

Were it not have been for the wiggle, waggles,

I may not have noticed, oops I tattled.

They swayed back and forth in front of me,

With every spoonful I took that they could see.

It wasn’t the first time that this has happened,

And won’t be the last as they bark and dance, bellies fattened.

Side by side they stand with eyes turned upward,

Some say it’s simply a reflex, I tell them they are absurd.

For many years I have watched this same interaction,

Between me and them “Give me your food” could be its caption

But unlike many who’ve learned how to restrain,

I give them what they want, to me it’s the same.

Crumbs from the table, a small morel or snack,

I give them whatever they want, I just can’t hold back.

I’m told that I should consider what I’m doing,

But as I look at them begging, to me they’re alluring.

Once the table has been cleared with them standing near,

Each understands that for me all their barking I hold dear.

As for me and my Beagles, I’ll always be there for them,

Without their beggin' and barking, my life would be dim.

From shelters across the area, even in my hometown,

I visit from time to time looking for another barking sound.

Arron and Autumn, rescue animals, are welcome you see,

In my home, my heart, they become a part of me.