A sick-bay bow-wow – Sam Hunt
The dog’s back leg ripped open,
Some weekender’s possum trap:
Ignoring rage, I bind up
Minstrel’s leg the best I can…
Then this most moving scene:
All the dogs of Bottle Creek
Come visiting. They know he’s sick;
Bring him bones though times are lean.
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.