There is a story to be told
Ears to lend
Hearts to listen
While the mind wonders
Eyes to see
These tales of old dogs stopping to wag their tails for their masters
As they unleash the chains from their necks
Something about freedom and not being slaves
A reminisce of their old life i guess
To say they barked at the wrong tree might be sheer nosense
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem