He lies asleep in a puddle of water
Too miserable and weak to shift
Ignored by the world around him
Infinitely tired of his drift
He was so cute and small before
But now nobody cares anymore
Why should they?
He's just a street dog: a miserable mutt.
No one's property. Treated as smut.
Abandoned long ago for some reason
Living outside in cold or hot season
Living from day to day.
A girl in sneakers and her puppy
Avoid him with a cautious veer
A biker races by to join his team
A mother wipes her infant's tear
There's life around - everywhere
But what's absent is a little care
Why should they?
He's just a street dog: a miserable mutt.
No one's property. Treated as smut.
Abandoned long ago for some reason
Living outside in cold or hot season
Living from day to day.
His stomach is burning, but he's so weak
Exhausted, browbeaten to the core
Maybe, if he just stays where he lies
He'll get where there's no starvation anymore
Where acceptance is the way
And he won't be called a 'stray'
Where he may stay
Whether he's a high breed or a simple mutt
And no longer will be treated as smut
Where neglect has no place or reason
And he'll be safe in every season
Every single day.
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safe in every season, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.