Poor dog found her in Naples

Imagine being hungry
So desperate so alone
Nobody to care for you
The street is all you have known
Rubbish bags still burning
Where possibly there may
Be something that is edible
There has to be today

Its desolate
Its windy
The smell its very strong
Ofcourse that I must forage here
Among the bags its wrong

But then again
Nobody loves me
No one cares a jot
I am living therefore
On my wits
The only ones I have got.

Inspired a swedish friend living in NAples
Who saw this dog foraging and sent the video to me