A Russian wolf-hound was talking to an American
common mongrel telling how he was given fancy foods,
ridiculoously pampered and brushed every three hours
The mongrel explained how he was often hungry and
usually chased away with sticks. Whereupon the Wolf
hound declared:
"Please trade places with me... it's no lark
I am serious, sir, because... hark!
I'd so much like to flee
To be finally free
And just once in a while... to bark! "
That looks like a turkey with a dog's head. Did you have it for Thanksgiving?
nope and the Canadian thanksgiving was a month earlier than yours (more sensible)
We often fail to see animal's point of view. I suppose freedom matters for them too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wes, I really like this one!