Long Night

Having a puppy in pain is no different to having a sick child. It’s going to be a long night!

To the sound of whimpering 
The moon she rises
Still the night
But tormented a soul
Shrill she calls into the darkness
For one to hear.

Out on the lawn
Injured leg raised
Precarious the balance
Confused eyes shine bright
She stares into the night.

From cage to sofa
Reclined with her senior
Calmer, protected
Fragmented sleep returns.

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