Sunday, September 3, 2017

Freedom For All...

I see the blue skies
Over the swinging trees
Near a home in the meadows
In the eyes of the pit bull
Very hurt and dependant
Entirely on his master's kindness
With looks that show his sad state
Unable to hide them although he tries
Still hoping to run freely in that field
Of freedom and joy, even though
It is in his imagination..
Irony how close we are and similar
Despite living in different forms...