They look only unto my breed,
Then shake their heads and close their eyes,
Oblivious to my heart, life or need
And ignore my silent waning cries.
For what I am is all that they see,
And too soon assume what is not true,
I cannot be trusted due to breeds history,
No matter what my angels say,
There's nothing they can do.
So I'll end my days here in a cage,
Alone and cold in the pound
Without the chance to live my age
And be lovingly buried in the ground
Is it possible to leave at a lower line
Then to what I've fallen, to my shame?
I have nothing left to show for my time,
Not a friend nor foe nor even a name...
I dislike other dogs, yes that's true,
But so do many other strays
Yet they get the chance to escape through
And live their life in carefree days.
Goodbye dear life, and what I've known,
I give up now this hopeless fight,
Too much for man my breed has shown
Another innocent dog sent soul to flight...
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Written in 2006 by Moya Muldowney.
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A very sad and tragic tale and quite the heart-felt and empathetic poem. Best of luck in my contest, and thanks for entering.
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aaww...
the poor little guy! this is heartwarming and a little sad. You did a great job pulling the reader into the mind of this little doggie! l.o.l.
i like this!
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i think they are lovely looking dogs,, but i am wary of them ,thanks for bringing this to our attention
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Aw... poor dog. Feel so sorry for it, alone and miserable and going to die without a proper burial... great personification, sis, good job!
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