A dog on the other side of the fence

turns and rolls on the grass.

Curious I watch her through an hedge.


She is full. Find her tossing.

Writhing in pain, perhaps.

Feel it is the end stage of labour.

Her eyes emit anger.


I want  to assist her.

Scared, I dare not.

Helpless  and unable

to stand, I return.


Few  minutes after, I hear

a scream then a hush.

Peep through the window,

four pink puppies  nestle close.


Hurrah! I cry.

Joyful to  see the little ones.

Birth delights.  A bliss to witness

life in its nascent  moment.













By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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