You were a stray looking to survive
Out on the streets walking day and night
Your asphalt bed may give you some rest
Yet you dream of loving arms and kisses
And a home to call your nest.
Your dark fur, glazed with a golden sheen
Shines in the sun after the rain has made it clean
Blind in one eye, and emaciated
You stirred an ache to take you in and make you contented.
I wanted to give you more, but you can’t take too much
I hope you didn’t mind my tentative touch
The only way I know how to make you feel
That in your short harsh life, someone cared enough to give you a meal.
When I looked out through my window this morning
I saw you at peace; lazing under the warmth of the sun
Until I realized your frail body has already failed
and your gentle soul has already gone.
Now,I write this ode through a veil of tears
For a stray that only knew a few moments of caring
At least let me give you this
A name you never had the chance of hearing.
