The
stray dogs run
Around
the back-lanes
Searching
for food
Sometimes
a place to stay
When
crumbs are thrown
The
stray dogs will look up at you
The
pitying eyes staring at it
They
are afraid to taste
The
stray dogs have its own dignity
They
may feel it can be a poison in the food
They
smell it slowly with caution
They
don't want to be dead on instant
When
they hear of dog catchers
The
air of smell they all disappear
No
stray dog will be found
They
know it isn't good to hang around
The
stray dogs
The
sins of the owners
Once
they have them
Now
the stray dogs are left alone
They
scavenging around
Seeking
for food on the ground
Sometimes
at the garbage bins or tongs
The
pitying eyes the sorrowful tales
The
stray dogs
Are
they any different from homeless?
Walking
or running on the street
Scavenging
for food or alms?
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