Rescue Dog

Sensing the danger he is in,
he feels the flames grow in his wake.
In boundless leaps he runs to win
the fight head-on, the lead he'll take.

You'll never know what he will find
beneath the rubble ' now he'll crawl
into the holes, sniff if to dredge,
while underground his playground's smell

is to him near a lover's pledge.
He'll wear his collar with its bell
proudly as for a fashion call.
He's barking at death's edge.

His tongue runs wild, his eyes, red rimmed,
he digs in frenzy for a child.
A foot protrudes, a hand that waves,
and brims with fear, a voice: I'm here!

He is called back, lies down to rest
but not for long, his work goes on.
He digs and battles until late,
no stopping, for death cannot wait.