Poor Little StrayA Poem by NeonWolves
The little stray paws down the street
So small and fragile,
Fur torn and tattered,
So young yet so damned.
His little heart beats slow and weak.
Poor little stray.
His heart is gold and his choices true.
Never had a chance
Could of lived a real life.
If only someone would pick him up
Clean his fur and fill his belly.
Who knows.
The little stray could be strong and bright.
His fur could be smooth
His heart beating in tune.
Poor little stray.
If only we were kind.
We would look beyond the frame
Beyond those sad eyes
And beyond the shame.
If only we knew.
Poor little stray.
© 2011 NeonWolves |
StatsAuthorNeonWolvesMechanicville, NYAboutMrew~Im Kris. And yes, Im a girl. I have a obsession with anime and manga if you can't tell. I draw, write, sing and play the flute. I also tend to have a anxiety and depression problem. Heh...oh well.. more..Writing
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