Monday, July 30, 2012

The Chained Siberian Husky

Chained to a timber post in the backyard of a house to where I live nearby
All through the night in the calm air he howls to the starry sky
His prolonged and continuous howling does not allow me to sleep
I must have sown the seeds of bad karma if this is the karma I reap.

A young Siberian husky from his ancestral homeland far away
All through the night he keeps howling he rests better during the day
Perhaps deep in his subconcious the northern lights he does see
This not a suitable climate for a cold Country dog such as he.

This not the climate for his type up where the Arctic winds blow
His type they revel in their work pulling the sleds in the snow
Out in the worst sort of weather they travel for miles every day
Bored without any work to do but here he is destined to stay.

All through the night he is wailing life for him must be so hard
Bored with his idle existence chained to a post in a backyard
This for him not a suitable climate his type are bred for the cold
Yet in this southern Country he is destined to grow old.

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