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Katrina Eyes by Ed Kostro
They say that our eyes Are the windows to our soul After having been in the Gulf I truly believe that this is so
The images that I now carry In the back of my troubled mind Are mostly those of the victims’ eyes Both human and those of the pet kind
As I wandered a department store there Searching for much needed pet supplies I was struck with the look of dazed confusion In most of the local resident shoppers’ eyes
As they slowly shuffled from aisle to aisle Most of them couldn’t decide what to buy What items should really be put into that cart first They had to start over –they somehow had to try
Should they purchase knives and forks and plates So their family members could once again eat Or should they first get their very sad little boy or girl At least one new little toy or perhaps something sweet
Time seemed to stand still for me as I watched them I tried very hard to imagine the hell they were now in And the images of those dazed human eyes in that store Keep vividly coming back to me over and over again
And the terrified eyes of the many dogs and cats I saw When they’re brought in crates into our rescue enclosure Is something that will be etched in my mind until I die They run through my head like a movie - over and over
One minute they were leading normal dog and cat lives Very content to be with their humans on a very typical day And within probably only minutes all hell had broken loose for them They were alone in their homes or swimming for their lives in the fray
But even more vivid in my mind’s eye Are the looks of sheer hope as they nervously sit in their pens Anxiously watching each and every new human approach them Now for endless hours each and every day - over and over again
But when they eventually realize the human approaching them Is not the one they’re waiting for a darkness soon fills their eyes And that’s when my heart and my soul truly begin to ache for them And that’s when I begin to lose control and that’s when I begin to cry
©2005, Ed Kostro There have only been about 30 reunions so far between human and pet at the rescue camp I was working at; and there are hundreds and hundreds of dogs and cats there – waiting and waiting and waiting. |
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