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Created on: September 18, 2008
CITY DOG
My poor little city dog
You can't run free,
You're chained instead.
Your world is very small
You sleep in a cradle,
A dolly's bed.
But, the saddest thing yet,
I observed you there
Burying another bone,
In my over-stuffed chair.
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