Ever wonder what dogs think of when they stare at the sun?
Their lost families, their old days of fun?
The time they young and in size they were small,
Protected and loved, a litter after all!
And then one by one, each lost its way,
One adopted for love, another given away,
Some find homes, others remain astray
Like that dog who stares
At the ending of another day
But is the day at end?
Or is it her life?
The sun fades away
The day turns to night...
No comments:
Post a Comment