The World is His Home

On the streets he live in a rut,
but he is no wallowing mutt
as he buries is bone
for living is his throne.
 

Poor fellow digs through trash
while pure bred have a bash.
Yet, a grand feast he has,
eating inside he’ll have to pass.
 

A good family he’s in need,
but he shall never plead.
He lives on own
as the world is his throne.