Another day, another ongoing project

I do keep on starting new poetry projects. This one is a project using a book I just bought called "The Telephone Doodle Book". It's a book full of half-completed doodles that is supposed to be used to doodle your time away while listening to music on hold on the phone.
That's the intention. I, on the other hand, intend to use it as a springboard for writing poems. The one I posted in the last post was inspired by the first doodle in the book, two diners looking down at a plate being held by a waiter.
The second doodle has a small, scruffy dog all alone in a dog pound.

It should not be considered autobiographical. :)

Last Dog In The Pound

All his friends have gone,
He's the last dog in the pound.
It seems that there is nobody
Wanting him around.
He's a scruffy little thing
With hair like curly wire.
His legs are short, his ears are long
He's no object of desire.
He wags his tail in hope
But no one's there to see.
He is waiting in the pound
For someone to set him free.
Perhaps like every dog
He too will have his day
But for now he can't help thinking
That this is where he'll stay.
He's all alone and so forlorn,
He's the last dog in the pound.
It seems that there is nobody
Wanting him around.