Life of a Street Dog Poem
When you took me home I was so proud,
my tail was so high and I barked out loud.
You gave me some food and a den to sleep,
everything was great I was yours to keep.
Then one day you took me bundled in the car,
what was happening would I go far?
You left me standing there and told me to stay,
I stood and watched your car roar away.
I sat there for days waiting for you to come,
was it a game? or had I really lost my mum.
After 3 days I realised I was on my own,
I started my journey to try and find a bone.
I was so hungry I had terrible pain inside,
I had to carry on otherwise I would have died.
The centre of town is where I ended up,
there is food here occasionlly they put down a cup.
But the flying stones hurt and scare me so bad,
I always run off terrified and very sad.
Why oh why did you just throw that at me?
I am trying to think of a reason it could be.
Is it because I am a dog? is it because you are bigger then me?
Is this just the way my life is meant to be?