This old dog is tired of being kicked,

All hurts recorded, all wounds licked,

All the battle scars from long years of abuse,

Have left him tired and angry at years of misuse,

As those who own the callous feet, carelessly step over his prone, broken form,

And pay no attention to his strained whimpers of pain,

They would do well to recognise that this state of affairs is not the, “Norm',”

He was once a proud hunter, and could be again,

Once upon a time he was the guardian of your flock,

He was, “A rock,” and the blood spattered victor of many fights,

So you’d best still the kicking feet, 'cos this might come as a shock, but,

You can only kick a dog for so long before it turns around and bites.