The Wrong Animals

are put inside metal bars. Those desperate,
hungry ones that pace a two by four space are glum
and only looking for love. So why are they treated

as prisoners? What did they ever do wrong? There are
many outside that are horrible and unkind, killing ones
that don’t have homes, or ones to love, to call their own,

even using some for sport. Not caring how much
they get hurt. It’s brutality at its worst. Only the ones
that have two legs not four, have special privileges

the others don’t. They can speak. But they don’t know
love, just prejudice and arrogance. They live in
disdain. They’re hypocrites with last names, and titles before

their first. The gentle souls who wag their tails
love unconditionally , and never ask for anything in return
are treated with the more disrespect, live in horror and

neglect by their humans counterparts, who could stand
to learn a little humility. If it was up to me I’d set the animals
free. Throw the two legged kind in. Toss the key in
the waste basket and grin. That’s the way it should be.