Much To Tell Poem by William Cavanagh

Some days I’m left out a-l-l alone
And go without a lousy bone
I sit alone out in the callous cold
And do what I am told

And when the day gets long and dark
Sometimes I would really like to bark
But my “friend” gets good and mad
And tells me that I’m bad

I’m really not too happy or amused
More and more I am so confused
Because, I was born to bark you see
And be his home security

I was born within a happy litter
A wholesome handsome little critter
Now they call me mans best “friend”
And I am loyal to the end

I know I’m just a lonesome little pet,
However I’m the best that you can get
And I know that there is much to tell
About those who treat pets well/unwell