The Three Amigos

Timid and shy a pleasant stray, Cloudy was always a joy;
a fighter born a lone wolf, Dusty could ne’er have been coy;
a pet pup being fussed over, Rusty was meant as a toy;
None would foresee life to grow, into a willing killjoy.

His mom didn’t stir, run over she was, trying to find him food,
his bros and sis wandered off, but he stayed with her till shooed.
Wandering for days, gloomy and scared, hoping to find his brood,
struggle for scraps endless feuds, his life was abruptly skewed.

While Cloudy was weaving a glum tale, Dusty was living it grand,
the minions bowed brought him grub, he was the king of his land.
And then the challenger came along, although he did take a stand,
a dirty battle tooth and nail, and he on his own turf got banned.

Rusty the pet was full of himself, pampered with love and care,
the best of food and plenty of toys, they even groomed his hair.
Then one fine day they found he had, a disease so crippling so rare,
far from home they dumped him, thus began his worst nightmare.

And then one day, the forsaken trio, suddenly were nose to nose,
weary and worn, flicker of hope, to disclose their tales they chose.
Something clicked, tails wagged, from despair together they rose,
Thus began a friendship so famed, they became The Three Amigos!

– Narendra Nayak © 2019

17 thoughts on “The Three Amigos

  1. Heyyy!

    Well, true. No better friend a human can get than the dogs. And if we’re talking about friendship between dogs, it’s even more strong.

    I was browsing through the reader’s section and just dropped by this blog.
    This is the first piece of content from your blog, was worth the read. Will look out for more.

    Liked by 1 person

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