by Robin Loving

Created on: December 31, 2008   Last Updated: September 21, 2011

Bennie Got His Bone

What's it like to be alone

Behind "The Chain"...your fate is known.

What's it like to fade away

While the other dogs, get to dance and play.

What's it like, 'Bennie', to be all alone

Just another Pit bull, in a 'No Pit bull" zone.

Without a family, a bed or a bone

Bennie has never had a thing of his own.

What's it like now, be hidden from view

When all the dogs clamor, except for you

They show off their smiles, as the lookers walk through

All the dogs clamor, except for you.

No one can touch you, or take you outside

Try out your kisses...most "Bullies" they hide

You're a 'bad-dog', or so they will say

When they come Thursday morning, to take you away.

They make weekly-rounds and point to a few

Who match a description, all quite like you

The size of your smile, the powerful chest

That sets you aside, and makes you the best....

But not for this world, and not for this time

You're behind "The Chain", or you'd be mine.

I can't offer refuge, a family or home

But you do have my heart, and you WILL have a bone.

Tomorrow is Thursday

When afraid and alone

''Marked' dogs are escorted

From behind the 'Bad' zone.

Today it is Wednesday.

And Bennie got his bone

Along with a promise

To make my heart, his new home.

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