Poetry

In quiet corners, out of sight,
They work through day and darkest night.
With gentle hands and hearts so wide,
The rescuers stand by animals' side.

They find the lost, the hurt, the weak,
And give a voice to those who can't speak.
A wounded bird, a stray in fear,
No life too small, each one is dear.

Through storms and trials, they don’t sway,
They heal, they nurture, come what may.
A second chance, a new life’s start,
They mend with love, a work of heart.

For every paw, for every wing,
For creatures wild or wandering,
These rescuers, with care so true,
Bring hope to lives and futures new.