“OUT THE BACK”

Now I can no longer run,
Around that oval track,
They’ve moved me from my kennel,
And put me ‘out the back.’

Through the years,
I’ve stood and watched,
As friends pass through that door,
Then turned away with heavy heart,
For they were seen no more.

Sometimes I thought I heard them,
As darkness slowly fell,
But here the sound just echoes round,
So it was hard to tell.

Truth be known,
It frightened me,
To contemplate their fate,
For I knew then,
My time would come,
I only had to wait.

And now I’ve walked,
That lonely walk,
But who am I to tell?
For when we’re shifted ‘out the back,’
Our life’s a living hell.

Our beds are damp and soiled,
No warmth or comfort there,
Out here our needs are rarely met,
And no one seems to care.

Our days are long and lonely,
With no human company,
For we are kept well hidden,
Where prying eyes can’t see.

Was I not a loyal servant
A true and trusted friend?
What crime was mine
That I should meet
This sad and painful end?