poetry

MY POETRY

THE NAMELESS STRAY
I used to know this family; I met them as a pup.
I guess they never realized someday I would grow up.
�Come here, Jack, come and play� I remember they would call,
but as time went on, I stayed alone, they never called at all,
They would come out back to give me water and make sure I was fed,
and if I was really lucky they would pat me on the head.
But then I'd get excited and I'd jump and try to play,
they would push me back away again," Get off me, Jack!� they�d say.
The days got so much longer as I sat there all alone,
I could see them laugh and play through the windows of their home.
One day they brought a leash and said, �Come on Boy, lets go�
and the horrors that would follow I could never know.
As they put me out I heard them say, "Someone will take him home."
Without a word or backward glance, suddenly they were gone.
I was sure that they'd come back for me, this was all a mistake!
The thought that they would leave me here, I just could not take.
All night I waited in that spot, wondering what to do,
another dog walked by, head hung low, guess he'd been left here, too.
I can't remember just how long I lived out on the street,
eventually I got sick and thin, as food was obsolete
One day I found I was so weak that I couldn't even stand,
as starvation overcame me, I felt a gentle hand.
They lifted me into a truck and said, �It'll be all right."
They took me to a shelter where I was to spend the night.
They gave me water and some food and then on the next day,
"We have to end his suffering. He's sick� I heard them say
They took me to a quiet room and talked real sweet to me,
"Just a little stick, ol� boy, and then you'll be set free."
As I was getting sleepier, they stroked gently on my face,
and I thought about the family, wondered who would take my place.
Whatever wrong that I had done, I hoped he wouldn't do the same.
Life's too hard when you're all alone and no one knows your name.
So while my pain is ending and life slowly drifts away,
I hope someone remembers me, I'm Jack, the nameless stray.
Jack - One in Millions

Suffer the Innocent
Hello, my name is Chico and I have a story to share,
to those who are willing to listen, it's quite a burden to bear.
For 7 years I spent most days, 9 hours to be exact
at a shelter for unwanted pets, where every room was packed.
I got my human at 8 weeks old, an employee took me home.
I went to work with her each day so I wouldn't be alone.
As I sat there quietly each day, unknowingly to most,
I knew most of what was happening, and I'm not one to boast.
But I was once one of the numbers waiting in that line,
hoping someone would pass my way who would let me call them mine.
I was one of many in that room and it makes my stomach churn
to think of all the ones that left, never to return.
At just 8 weeks I was learning fast, in despair I'd cry & whine,
somehow I knew their lives were taken, tomorrow it could be mine.
But now I just turned 8 years old and I watch as people crowd
to bring in all the precious lives, births that shouldn't have been allowed.
I know I shouldn't be this way. It's wrong to hold a grudge,
but watching humans unconcern for us, it's so hard not to judge!
I know most of us will never feel the joy of having a home,
and their only consolation is that they won't die alone.
Millions of us are born each year, I don't exaggerate the number,
just as our eyes are opening, they're closed again in eternal slumber.
But I've got a human of my own, yes, I'm a very lucky boy!
I do the best that I can do to be her pride and joy.
But I still have this cross to bear, I'm still haunted by the others.
Among the innocents killed that day, were my little brothers.
Don't blame the ones who hold the needle, it's hard for them to do.
Give them a hug for having the strength to clean up after you.
Stop and think, and if you're guilty bow your head in shame!
Even if only one litter, the numbers add up, so you too are to blame.
If only I could talk I'd tell those people where to go!
The veterinarians office isn't really that far, you know.
Spay & neuter all of your pets, it's worth the cost, my friend.
Do your part if you would like to put the killing to an end.