The Dog and Its Dead Owner

The dog was happy in the yard,

Enjoyed to play around.

It was a conscientious guard

Of this small village ground.

Its owner was a generous guy,

Gave regularly food,

Its chain was on an old tree tied

And life was always good.

But fate struck down with evil fist,

Its owner fell down dead,

And destiny became a mist

For truthful house pet.

 And in the can there was no food

The chain was awful strong,

It tried to break it as it could,

But things went awful wrong.

Perhaps it is a nature’s law

For these ones who would search,

That it is safer not to know

Where is the freedom’s verge.