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July 25, 2017
I am rescued
to a life of solitude;
I am king
of all I survey.
The loneliness
is immeasurable,
but I cope
living day to day.
I am rescued
from a cruel start to life,
where I was
chained up all day.
My bed was
my own faeces –
No other place
for me to lay.
I am rescued
by a kindly soul,
who gives me
food and water, it’s true.
But walks
are to a minimum,
for normal functions
that I must do.
I am rescued
to a far better place,
away from the
hellhole I knew.
And for that
I’m truly grateful,
but loneliness
still makes me blue.
I am rescued
but still imprisoned,
and boredom
has sent me insane.
After a three minute
walk each morning,
back indoors
is where I remain.
I am rescued
but still isolated,
withdrawn
and un-socialised.
I exist in a world
of make-believe.
My own thoughts
will be my demise.
I am rescued
to routine predictable.
Everyday at noon
I hear the door-key,
And along the road
we saunter,
for my usual
three minute wee.
I am rescued
but live in a bubble.
How much sleep
does one dog need?
Afternoons drag on
laboriously,
until five o clock
when I’m back on my lead.
I am rescued
but going off my mind.
For many years it’s
been this way.
These three minute
walks to freedom –
my lifestyle twice,
every single day.
I am rescued
to evenings of madness.
No lovely long
walks in the park.
Instead, my owner
sits endlessly listening,
to bloody repeats of
Beethoven and Bach.
I am rescued
but may as well be alone;
my owner not much company
asleep in the chair.
And though I sit at the door
asking for a late night wee,
most times my hinting
goes unaware.
I am rescued
and glad of the morning –
and another start to
Ground Dog Day,
But I have a roof over my head,
and food and water,
and for that,
I thankfully pray.
I am rescued
and serve a purpose.
My owner loves me,
I have to say.
And though at times
I could bolt to freedom,
I’m needed here –
It has to be this way.
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