I Am A Junk Yard Dog
I am a junk yard dog
I live behind an 8 ft. chain link fence.
You can't get in and I don't want out.
I am fierce! I protect my stuff.
So don't think you can steal anything from me.
Once vulnerable, I opened the gate and let another dog in.
We ran together. We ate together. We slept together.
One morning I woke to an empty yard. She was gone
She took with her, all I had.
My heart, my bone, my spirit
Little bitch! (pun intended)
Now I spend my days on a self-made perch and witness life through the fence.
A homeless dog scrounging for food, fearful of the catcher's net
The purebred and pedigreed with their highfalutin standards
Hair bows and bejeweled collars around their neck.
Commanded to Sit. Stay. Heal.
Now and then our canine eyes meet with telepathic messages
"Yes, I'm a maverick. I take care of myself.
I understand that you enjoy baths, special food, and fluffy pillows".
Both sides of the fence has it's identies. Advantages and pitfalls
The difference is.....I don't wear a leash.
There is a poll below. It would be fun to leave a comment as to which kind of dog you are.
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