Pound DogA dog went to the pound todayAnd put inside a cage.With ears erect and lollèd tongueHe stands against the cage.His tail a metronome with no time,He sings a melancholy operaTo the one that forgot himLike city-dwellers forget the stare of a starOn lamp lit streets.He lays in corners,Head on paws with forlorn eyes;His nose twitching-Constantly, searching for her,But she'll never come.His new home is the pound:A lost and found for animals.Forgotten, unwanted, unloved,He waits for the one.But there is none;In a day, know that he'll be gone.