Can animals regret?
If so, I know what this one is thinking:
‘If only I’d ran the other way -
If only I’d not stopped at that hydrant..’
Somehow I think he knows,
he understands that his number is up.
For who want a mangy mutt like this?
Surely he is good for nothing but trouble...
Yet I can’t shake this thought, staring into his eyes;
it’s not right, what I do.
What gives me the right to lock him up?
For all I know, I may be a dog one day...
But of course everyone knows dogs can’t feel.
And I’ve a family to feed, things to buy.
Once again I harden my heart - no regrets.
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