Dog Waiting in the Pound

Sitting, waiting, thinking, hoping
that somebody could see me,
but can’t imagine really
who that person would be.
You see nobody comes here looking
to take a dog, set it free
to have it in your home,
maybe sat upon your knee
Because I am in a kennel
I’m safe now so they say,
no danger, no cruelty or peril.
But I really don’t want to stay.
It’s like I don’t exist anymore
I’m fed but do I care
And the only way out and that’s for sure
Is to share and share and share!

By Ann Payne

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