I feel
Like some ol’ dog,
Lost at the pound.
Ear bit off;
Tail, a mess;
Whiskers, black & grey.
Visitors
Walk by,
Lookin’ fer young pups.
Soon,
They’ll all be gone;
I’ll remain.
Hmmmmm,
“Wuz I ever
Cute as them?”
No matter;
No way,
Not now.
I had …
Good times
Chasing cats.
I had …
Fine days
Diggin’ holes.
I had …
All that
& more.
Now,
I’m an ol’ dog,
Sittin’ at the pound.
Ear bit off;
Tail, a mess;
Whiskers, black & grey.
