Once a stray always a stray ( A canine love story)

In among the trash cans the broken bottles

where I lie

webs and dustbin lids

of water

peering up into the sky

no lead no leash

I’m free to wander

streets and parks and cemeteries

stones from youths

and tyre’s a rolled down

the blue sky is my ceiling

and each day a kind of sad reprise

shadows where I lay me down

a dustbin where I eat in town

wagging tails that set me free

and set me up where I must be

the streets of woe of gloom of doom

it seems I have to go

through rain and storm

oft I get wet, as of course you know

matted hair flea ridden back

what I wouldn’t do

to get close to a women

and feel her soft hands through

my fur, and could I kiss her

jump up on her,  and she

smiling looking crazy

for this is where I be

on the streets a lonely guy

and she’s caressing me

take me home my eyes now say

for there I want to be

but she gets up and walks off

oh dear she’s leaving me to go

but she turn s around and guides me

to her car

and then does show

me a place beside her

thats  me a poor old stray

no one’s ever loved me

not until today

nobody ever patted me

kicked me sure they do

 picked me up and loved me

really that was true

I sat beside her driving

I could hear her sweet heart beat

she smelled of fruits and flowers she did

and so, did her seat

I adored her in a moment

she had a heart of gold

she was taking me home with her

and I was already sold

on everything about her

her dresses and her smile

her soft hands and her lovely eyes

could I be with her a while

she had a lovely garden

a little blue house where

I could stay forever

and her sweet love I could share