Every Dog Will Have Its Day

I don’t know what I did wrong this time.

I follow his rules,

I stay on leash for twelve endless hours.

I haven’t tasted his chicken or sheep in days,

Yet still, I get kicked, hurled, ignored.

One day, I might revolt.

I just might.

He feeds me, pats me,

And for a moment, I obey.

But when my friends come,

He forces me to fight.

I chase them off,

While he despises mine and guards his own.

Some of his friends are thieves,

Thomas stole his golden watch

While I watched.

Even my bark was ignored.

Every dog has its day.

Mine is coming.

One day, I will speak.

They may not understand,

But they will hear the message.