The dog was happy in the yard, <br />Enjoyed to play around. <br />It was a conscientious guard <br />Of this small village ground <br /> <br />Its owner was a generous guy, <br />Gave regularly food, <br />Its chain was on an old tree tied <br />And life was always good. <br /> <br />But fate struck down with evil fist, <br />Its owner fell down dead <br />And destiny became a mist <br />For truthful house pet. <br /> <br />And in the can there was no food <br />And chain was awful strong, <br />It tried to break it as it could, <br />But things went awful wrong. <br /> <br />Perhaps it is a nature’s law <br />For these ones who will search, <br />That it is safer not to know <br />Where is the freedom's verge.<br /><br />Tanya Ivanova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dog-and-its-dead-owner/
