Between wild swearing and flailing kicks
A dark dog dreams,
And a tear is shed.
This doesn’t come from puppy-dog eyes,
For they have been aged by the worlds evil,
Scarred by an owner
Who isn’t anybody’s best friend.
Constantly hungry, those black iron bars
Block his only chance of freedom.
If only he could jump.
If only he could fly.
He wouldn’t have to limp on broken legs then,
Or choke on broken ribs,
And he could finally come to food,
For food never comes to him.
Tonight is a special night though,
Tonight he gets some scraps before bed,
And dreams he wasn’t trapped, and had wings instead.