Belong In Dog Pound

Belong in Dog Pound Often have tooted my horn And even one was born In some sides a thorn. Searching for a place to go In wet weather or deep snow Seems to be so slow. So when the slow start going What if we had been knowing For loop were throwing. Sounds like some rap song to me And then end up maybe we Lost in history. Lost in time we were both found Can tell by the smell and sound Must be in dog pound. James Horatio Haiku Horn Heart of Horn Haiku Seven- Seven-Five haiku.