The Dog-Man

He wears rags for clothes, Tied up with string. Spends all his money On other things. Has borrowed a trolley To carry his stuff. Many a carrier bag One not enough. What does he have In this treasure trove. Stuff to sell , For those he love. For he is the dog man Has a dozen or more. Rescues them  From death's door They all walk together Attached to his cart Coats agleaming Found new heart He buys biscuits to feed them From a large pet-store. Also people will drop off A few cans or more He cant get a bed Cos dogs not allowed. So he sleeps under a bridge With dogs huddled around. They keep him warm  In the coldest night. But he is now elderly Authorities say its not right. People heard of his trouble Trying to keep dogs from the pound. Thanks to someone's generosity An answer was found. Now he is happy Has a place for his head All are kept warm In a large garden shed. Penned 16 Oct 2012 True story, unfortunately he died, people came forward and rescued all his dogs. Thank you Vie for reminding me of this man with your poem about the  pigeon lady.