the life of a dog

poem about a dog

I wake up in the morning and run down the stairs
Right through the kitchen then out the backdoor
all of my senses in a uproar
Theres a bird high up in a tree
singing a song so glad to be free
And though it is said that we live but a few years
The people that love us and the beauty we see
Makes the life of a dog the only life for me



IN memory of my dog Sprite :)