Forty Below Blues
by Mr. Ed — Read all 1,530 poems by Mr. Ed
Friday, January 10, 2014
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"To say nothing, to do nothing, stops nothing.”
Roni McCall, Founder of Through Their Eyes,
The National Animal Abuse Registry
First, the blizzard descended
Soon, twelve inches of snow
Then, the Arctic Blast arrived
Wind Chill was now Forty Below
And soon, the tremendously sad telephone calls
About all of the dogs, outside in this bitter cold
Some were abandoned, some were neglected
All now frostbit and freezing, out in Forty Below
Soon I pried loose a terrified little Pekingese
From his hellish, frostbit, prison in the snow
Then, I spotted two Beagles, lying in a yard
Now unable to even stand, out in Forty Below
When I rang the doorbell of the house where they lay
The man said that he forgot to let his two dogs back in
I told him that his two loyal dogs were freezing to death
He thought it was no big deal; to me, this was a hideous sin
Not long after this, I heard the plaintive cries of two dogs in the arctic wind
They had been left outdoors in a fenced lot, behind an auto repair shop
I called the police, who summoned the owner to his shuttered business
He couldn’t understand all the fuss, said his dogs always howled non-stop
But the saddest case of the Forty Below Blues, which I so horrifically encountered
Was a tiny, starving, frozen, abandoned Chihuahua, huddled under some evergreens
For three brutal days and nights of the howling Arctic wind and Forty Below Wind Chill
He refused to come out, and when he did, he had the worst case of Frostbite I’ve ever seen
-Please Help Us Help All Those Who Have No Voice-
©January 2014, Mr. Ed
To your heart of gold and the rescues of these little souls.
A fuss oh my. That guy needs a shaking up!!
Lady Mary Ann
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Mr Ed
..Thank God for Your Caring
Lady Vivian
Another time, my twin brother, cousin and I went hunting on a cold winters day when the temperature was near zero for about four hours across the frozen countryside. Our dog, a medium-size mongrel named Tippy for his white tipped feet and tail, a beige colored shorthair that was used to winter conditions, followed us. As we returned, I noticed that he was leaving bloody footprints. I felt sorry for him, but it didn't seem to bother him and we didn't have to take him to the vet.
Ron
Michael D.
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