Innocence is a litter of kittens
Dumped off on the side of the highway
They're so young, their lives barely
begun
Their mother no longer answers
their cries
Their only crime was to be born
How can anyone look into their
eyes
And turn away from the trust and
love offered?
Innocence is the young dog
Hunting season is over, his work
is done
He finds himself chained to the
backyard tree
Nowhere to go but an endless circle
He whines and barks his question,
'what did I do wrong?'
How can anyone look into his eyes
And not see the desperate sadness
and loneliness?
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Innocence is the adult cat
Suddenly cast into a strange cage
at the pound
Huddled in fear and confusion
Bereft of the only home she has
ever known
Abandoned by those she loved and
trusted
How can anyone look into her eyes
And not feel the hurt and betrayal?
Innocence is the adult dog
Standing quietly in the pound kennel
His face intent on the door in
the far end
Listening and waiting in vain for
familiar footsteps
That will not come to take him
away
from death row
How can anyone look into his eyes
And not see hope die as his time
grows short?
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