Is so hard to be a dog
Ruffling my ears grabbing my paws
I always have a bed
And I wait alone to be fed.
Pondering my debt I cannot account for discrepancies
Yet my tail wags as an accord
To love me.
My heart tells me I need someone to give
But it is more than they can
I keep trying but I get knocked again
Is as I figured from within my tent
Laboured with cushions provided anonymously to protect my fall
How do I tell you that I am not a dog at all.
I can growl but not bite as my owner tells me
He draws blood from his conquests but cannot get to the soul.
But regardless of his dicrepencies he lets me see.
I get a brush and it tickles my mind
To remind me I am not whole.
Every day he is there and I greet him with my paws on his bed
My smiling dogface.