The Sun’s rays woke each dog at dawn.
First, Maya to open an eye;
Then Taow, flicking a tail at flies;
And Kwan is last to crack a yawn.
The temple has always been a home,
For any stray that ceased to roam;
To stay a while and belong,
As long as they all get along.
The market is the place to go,
A healthy start for little Taow.
Chasing rickshaws along the way;
Getting stronger with each day.
Now, one place where dogs get their kicks,
Whilst chasing tails and chewing sticks;
Is splashing through the Ocean’s spray,
Cool soggy-sand is great for play.
The waterfall is cool to drink,
And dampens down a salty taste.
A passing elephant fills its trunk,
Then blasts them clean with just one grunt.
All freshly bathed, they head for town,
With empty tums, their supper waits;
Kwan begs for food with nudging nose,
Whilst Maya cleans up all the plates.
A place to settle from lonely roads,
Is in a doorway close to home;
Curled together to feel so close,
The rustling leaves start their doze.
The Sun has fallen far from us,
And melts within the evenings dusk;
Small specks of light burn into the night,
Whilst dreams from the stars arrive.
The Sun’s rays woke each dog at dawn;
The boat, now gone, as Maya’s first,
To open an eye back down on Earth,
And Taow and Kwan begin to yawn.
Street dog's life