Tragedy of a Stray: Why can’t I have my Own Human

No father, nor mother
Born on the street.
Never had a home,
Survival a daily struggle.
Tiny morsels of food,
Cause for a fight.
Cautious glance
Over my shoulder
Day and night,
Afraid that executioners
With their murderous sticks
Will fluff out my
Short life in this world
In a minute.

When the big van
Comes rumbling,
All around me
There is trembling.
Once you are in
And the big doors close,
You are never back
To the streets
We call home.
Where do our friends vanish,
Nobody knows.

They say we are
Menace on the street
To be culled humanely,
Then please tell us
Why are we allowed to breed?

I want to be clean,
Want to be warm,
Want to be loved,
Want to be hugged.
Man’s best friend,
I want to be with my human.

Every time a car passes by,
And some of my
Well cared cousins
Flaunt their airs,
My heart breaks.
Let out a forlorn cry,
For a warm hug,
And some love
From my best friend.
Oh! why can’t I have
My own human?
A place that I can
Call my own,
My own home?

This constant stress,
Fight for survival,
Fleas and rabies infested life
Is taking its toll.
For a loving hug,
And little warmth,
Will give up the freedom
Of rummaging through
The garbage can.
If you give me a home
My human,
I promise you
I will be good.
For a little love,
I will love you back
Unconditionally forever.

And for that place
Called home,
I promise you my human
You will never be left
Lonely alone.