Like Strays Poem by Samuel Chung

Like stray dogs we come and go,
never really on your mind
yet only when one that looks good,
acts special
do you notice. and you care only for that one.

Its like seeing a meal for us strays,
and you hold the food,
any of us that come, and seem
beast - like as we are,
or with any sickness,
you refuse to even care about.

never really caring
even though we starve,
you never really will understand.
you hold the power,
you can attract us with whatever you can throw,
yet with that, you can spring a trap.
that is the power you wield.