The
Dog Next Door
The
dog next door is a most horrid sight
With filthy fur and eyes that portray death
He looks unto the stars and howls at night
He hopes the heavens will soon steal his breath
The chain that holds him captive to this life
Has been the only greeting each morning
Another lonely day comes with no light
Will someone hear his plead for adorning?
He asks for the privilege of life unchained
To sleep in a bed and to eat each day
When will they learn his life is not a game?
He doesn’t wish to live his life this way
Another frost chills his water bowl
The winter also freezes his poor soul
—Katie
Horan
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