Wishing I were someone's dog, but accepting that I'm not.

I feel so all alone and scared, no place to call my own,

I do not have a thing to eat, I miss my rawhide bone.

People come and people go, they seem to pass me by,

I wag my tail when they are near, why can't they see I try?

No one ever lets me out, nor kisses my wet nose,

Even when I stand up tall, and give my show-dog pose.

The other doggies bite my neck, and growl when I come near,

My days are filled with empty love, my nights are spent in fear.

I wonder what I must have done, to make my owners mad,

They brought me here two weeks ago, and told me I was bad.

I didn't mean to jump on them, I'm sorry that I wooed,

But puppies run and Huskies play, they rarely act subdued.

I thought the slippers were for me, the sofa was my bed,

"The house is yours, so have some fun", I swear that's what they said.

I wish that they would take me back, I hate this awful place,

I was born to share my life, to go for rides and race.

Every morning I awake, and say a silent prayer,

That I will look outside my cage, and see my master there.

I don't know what will happen, if I am not rescued soon,

It's getting harder everyday, to sing a hopeful tune.

The workers come to get my mates, the gloom is dark and black,

I'm not sure where they make them go, but they never do come back.

I heard them saying, "Time is up, you'll cross the Rainbow Bridge",

Perhaps, that's where they go to play, atop a snow-tipped ridge.

I guess that wouldn't be too bad, it's better than staying here,

I have the feeling that I am next, for I sense it drawing near.

Maybe if I close my eyes, and remember my family and team,

I'll find that I have been asleep, and this was all a dream.

But if it isn't sleep induced, I pray I can hold on,

Until, someone who offers love, can give me a new home.
© copyright Marisa Rabon

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