I am in my dog house, but sick of my leash,

I am treated not so good; I say this in disbelief.

I’m tired of being tied up in a certain place,

I just want to be free, and run around apace.



I wish I could be free like the white pet dog in the neighborhood,

Who is raised as a pampered dog from childhood.

I want to be in a meadow and run with all my might,

Where I could be with all my friends and where the sun shines bright.



I miss my family, my friends and my lairs,

In my doghouse, I feel suffocated and ensnared.

I feel that I am not treated so fair,

Even if my owner is a billionaire.



At least I wish to be kept in my owner’s pretty garden,

Rather than being in the doghouse which feels like a dark carton.

Sometimes, by thinking this, I feel heartbroken,

I feel all gloomy and sad, as my mood darkens.



I wish again, I could be free,

And move around in the bright sun with glee.

All day I sit in my dog house, feeling lousy,

I can still be happy just by seeing the sun and a little Daisy.

This poem is written by perspective of a dog about how it must be feeling been tied up for all his life and wishes to be free.. Plus I wrote this poem when I was small so sorry for any typo errors/mistakes if any🙂



© Jessica Kiite