The hunger drives him out

Of the Cool damp place

He has been hiding in.

The fear of the beating 

And things flung at him 

Is overpowered by 

The gnawing hunger ,

The shadows loom large and scary ,

Yet he creeps around ,

Looking for scraps.

The girl next door has 

Left bread all over the place

The entice him ,

He is wary of it killing him,

He has watched his mom die,

The blind need to keep living

Forces him to drop his guard,

Food never tasted better .

As a token of his gratitude 

He picks shoes from the neighbourhood ,

And drops it at the girls door,

And slinks back to his hidey hole .

Thus is the life of an stray dog . 



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