Backyard dogs

A tough strong working massif
Chained outside all day
And night
Yes when the cold winds blow
Out there it’s his plight
Rotten food a dirty shed
No love and little care
Out there in all weathers
Even a pat is rare

Guarding a big warehouse
Rarely does he see
Anyone with thought come close
So lonely, he be
Existing in his rotten shed
The chain it hurts his back
He growls when someone tries to climb
The fence from time to time

Living with his failing spite
Colder by the day
He gets wet and smelly
Every day feels grey
When food that’s basically thrown at him
His coat tousled and raw
He does ache all over
Just lying on the floor

No softness from a pillow
Nothing to stop the cold
His sores become festered
Although basically he’s bold
And aggressive when he has to be
He holds a broken heart
Left out in the wintry winds
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