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Dog's Life By WantNoMeat@aol.com I was happy in my home with my humans I loved to roam A stranger took me one warm day not a word did he say He packed me tight in a crate being in there I really did hate There were others just like me packed so tight we couldn't see Finally! We were out of the van but I know now, I should have ran No more crates and no more cars but now I sit behind these bars Why I'm here, I don't know but back home I want to go Do my friends know I'm here? those humans that I hold so dear It's scary, I can sense the doom all throughout this chilly room there are others like me I saw their skin too, is blistered and raw There is only one human I've come to hate he gets me tout every morning at eight To struggle from him I have tried but in a cage there's no place to hide He shaved my skin, now it hurts I can't see it, but I feel it's burnt I'd give anything for just one scratch but on top of it is a patch Ever since that dreadful day on my sides I cannot lay No longer can I get to sleep I just lay here suffering in a heap My fur is matted and full of blood It keeps getting thicker just like mud I have screamed and I have cried but this pain, it just won't die I still try with all my might but that human gets me under the light he holds me tight as he stares at the horrors my skin bares He is a white robed beast and for my pain he cares the least We lay here in our bandages why are we the ones called savages? Now I know that my times of fun are now forever done pain stole my will, so again I will try to close my eyes and finally die (Permission granted to quote/forward/reprint/repost this newsletter In whole or in part with credit given to EnglandGal@aol.com |
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