A Proud Canine

I stand by the road, staring at the street,
the world looks at me, like a tiger and his meat.

I see other dogs, look at me with rage,
while a friendly gesture, becomes a bloody carnage.

With a bite on my back, I am still a proud canine,
Though I limp and groan in pain, helpless and benign.

I stay humble, I stay stunned.
Only to be punished, used and returned.

But strong is my soul, and strong is my will,
I can pull this off - and get back my thrill!!

I shoot for the stars, and live in the sky.
I'm gonna live this life, and I'm never gonna die.

- A Proud Canine!!!