Dogs are numorous. <br />Pets, sniffers and trained, <br />And the stray. <br /> <br />Pets are subjects, <br />Err....no, objects of affection, <br />A commodity, <br />A possession to flaunt, <br />Arrested in a circle of love. <br />A beauty without brains, <br />Talent and capabilities, <br />Are laid to rest. <br /> <br />Sniffers and the trained, <br />I feel, are blessed. <br />Training and qualities are foremost, <br />And the essentiels to survive <br />Easily follow. <br /> <br />Pitiable are the stray. <br />No master, no chains, <br />And no one that cares. <br />A life so frugal, <br />And wasted in putting to halt, <br />The pangs of hunger. <br /> <br />Am I talking about, <br />The canines or humans? <br />No wonder, they share <br />A comfort zone. <br />The exceptions and the differences abound, <br />But the rules do match. <br />There, the Master holds the chains. <br />Here, the Lady luck, <br />Holds the reins<br /><br />maitreyee joshi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dog-s-life-5/
