Self-Reflection by dog
I lay in the cool shade,
My eyes shut,
Dreaming of a time long past
When Frank used to let me run around
And I helped him herd the pigs.
A voice from across the yard,
My ears raise, and I sprint,
Yanked back by the cold metal chain
Tied to the tree so caringly providing shade.
It isn't Frank, but another like him.
She is nice,
Her voice is soft.
She scratches behind the ears.
And I remember a time long passed,
When Frank scratched behind the ears,
When my fur was snow white ,
Stained with dirt over the years,
Clinging ever so stubbornly.
Years of neglect? No, he's just busy.
He'll come outside and play one day.