Whiskers, Black & Grey

I feel
Like some ol’ dog,
Lost at the pound.

Ear bit off;
Tail, a mess;
Whiskers, black & grey.

Visitors
Walk by,
Lookin’ fer young pups.

Soon,
They’ll all be gone;
I’ll remain.

Hmmmmm,
“Wuz I ever
Cute as them?”

No matter;
No way,
Not now.

I had …
Good times
Chasing cats.

I had …
Fine days
Diggin’ holes.

I had …
All that
& more.

Now,
I’m an ol’ dog,
Sittin’ at the pound.

Ear bit off;
Tail, a mess;
Whiskers, black & grey.

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