Wolmarian Girl

On a busy Marescaux Road where No one cared for an injured dog, Where motorists do not come to a slow, And honking horns hammer As impatient traffic competes toe to toe, There on the asphalted heat The painful cry of a wounded creature Pierced through the peak-hour hub of the street. Out into the throbbing traffic The Wolmarian girl stepped Caring none except for that injured dog– whimpering, pleading, Fighting with its final breaths. And the honking swelled and motorists yelled. From their faces, I could discern They were void of an iota of concern. Above the chaos, I heard her whisper Gentle reassurance to the timid creature. The Wolmarian girl bent and slowly lifted her casualty And walked back to the sidewalk With ceremonious dignity. And I have always wished to be as brave as she Who defied the odds to honour her humanity.