Poor Boots

We rescued her, we thought

 But she did not understand.

 She ran from us.

Or froze at the sound of our voice

 Lost in a world of fear,

 Under a bed,

 Behind a door

 Like a shadow she lived.

 Lost to us

She, our love feared.

 Neither food nor petting enticed.

 Fear was her companion

 And our dog

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