Puppies gallop in yellow daisy fields
Their wet pink noses sniff the swirling air
Only to the bright fireflies do they yield
Although they are free, they think life isn't fair.
They are alone, without a place called home.
Forced to live in a place made of cardboard
Even with company they are alone
Some people would be neglectful and hoard
They don't eat and are constantly hungry
Off to the side is where they will be shoved
Without having baths they become grungy
They do not know what it's like to be loved
Wander around contaminated streets
The sound of their heartbeat slowly depletes