Monday, October 19, 2009

Native to this land

Dogs native to this land,
high spirited friends of man.
Love to be on their own,
thriving in cities and farmland.

Long forgotten by men of this land,
roaming in groups along our streets.
Shades of brown, black and white,
with dirty paws and wagging tails.

Alone they can never reside,
with family and friends they prefer,
forming groups, marking territories,
ruling over streets and lanes.

Never too rude and never too lazy,
racing cars and chasing flies.
Bathing in the warm sun all day,
jumping into puddles of mud in gay.

Give them food or water,
ever faithful they will remain.
Roaming all day long in the wild,
returning back to rest by your side.