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"The dogs marched under the barbed razor and electric fencing, across the prison yard and into Cellblock Five. Paws for Life, a program of Karma Rescue and the state Department of Corrections..." Read the article here
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Paws
Their barks
and wags
In the mornings
Eased my mind
And hugged my heart
Each morning I smiled
Instead of frowned
The dogs were two days from death
When rescued, and sent to prison
To start their lives over
There was Oreo
Who I always loved from a distance
I did not know how to get closer
There was Eddie
The spotted dude
Who looked like he smiled
Whenever he looked at you
There was Chewy
Bold and semi-bow legged walk
And white nose
Who sometimes loved to bark
To let you know he was alive
Then there was Shelby
Little princess, smooth
Beaded black fur
Don't get it twisted
She had the energy of the sun
Who never stopped
Playing and loved water
As much as air
Who softened everyone's heart
Even old poets
Finally, there was Randall
Regal and witty
He was my buddy
From the start, a philosopher
Cool and calm
They all left today
And as I look out of my cell
At the five vacant sheds that housed them
I am that emptiness
© Spoon Jackson
In the mornings
Eased my mind
And hugged my heart
Each morning I smiled
Instead of frowned
The dogs were two days from death
When rescued, and sent to prison
To start their lives over
There was Oreo
Who I always loved from a distance
I did not know how to get closer
There was Eddie
The spotted dude
Who looked like he smiled
Whenever he looked at you
There was Chewy
Bold and semi-bow legged walk
And white nose
Who sometimes loved to bark
To let you know he was alive
Then there was Shelby
Little princess, smooth
Beaded black fur
Don't get it twisted
She had the energy of the sun
Who never stopped
Playing and loved water
As much as air
Who softened everyone's heart
Even old poets
Finally, there was Randall
Regal and witty
He was my buddy
From the start, a philosopher
Cool and calm
They all left today
And as I look out of my cell
At the five vacant sheds that housed them
I am that emptiness