Sometimes I am Envious of Dogs (a poem)

Sometimes,

I find myself envious of the lifestyle of a dog.

I cannot help but think,

it would be nice to be a dog,

with a kind owner or family.

I only hope,

that they would spoil me,

feed me people food more than they should.

But maybe that is asking too much,

even if I were a dog.


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