Through the scattered rubble,
He is unsure and uncertain
In the midst of what was once so familiar.
As he searches for his favourite place
To lie in the sun
And listen for the voices
That are always so welcoming.
Lying in the tiny cradle,
With her face and blanket covered in dust
She is both hungry and thirsty
But still able to yell.
Her mother and father close by
Will never be able to ever feed her again,
But while her lungs hold out
She has hope.
His ears prick up
As he recognises the cry of hunger
And goes to where it is loudest
Where he barks even louder,
Putting his nose to the gap in the concrete.
When help finally comes
He licks the dust
From the familiar, smiling face.