The Grass is Always Greener...

I dream of a place,
Where the grass,
Is truly greener

Master passed away
Only months ago
But, that's ok

Life was hard
And I hurt
Lots of food

But no love
Then came death
And the streets

Roaming without end,
Never any food,
And no love

A net from above,
Took me away,
There I found:

Food and food,
Kindness and love,
But, it came...

With a cage,
Always locked up
Could never move

So, I dream,
Of a place,
Where the grass,
Is truly greener.