Every Dog Has His Day

 

Yellow fur and great big teeth

Do not matter to a dog like me

Every time lightning strikes, I run and hide

Pacing side by side, looking for a place to confide

 

The area smells of garbage and sewage

Like the dump after a rainstorm

The sky begins to cry

And wets my hair of gold

 

My collar says Freddie, but I’m more of a Joe

Thrown into the streets to find a new home

Covered in dirt, my fur all in knots

My paws are cracking, I’m covered in pain

 

The sky blushes bright blue

And the gray goes away

I leave my small area

And smell a sweet thing

Hot dogs abundant and covered in mustard

Hamburgers with ketchup, handed out by my master

He scoops me up with his great big hands

And brings me home to the home I once knew

 

I stepped into the doorway

Greeted by a thousand hugs

The fire was roaring and begged me to join him

So I did just that, and took a small nap