He sits there quietly,
Wagging his tail joyfully.
Occasionally getting up to be patted
By a lonely passerby.
He looks at the traffic intently,
Noting each and every thing.
His furry coat which could have been shiny,
Is covered with fleas,
But his eyes are bright with hope.
He then stretches himself,
Gets up beautifully,
Walks down the road,
And makes himself comfortable
On a pile of leaves.
He has no worries about tomorrow,
His face has a big smile,
He is sure of meeting his genie,
Who will soon make his future bright.