When ever anyone came by
The dog was always there
Specific times related to his eating
So aware
Of time and being really in the right place
Seemingly
In so very many ways
A Shared integrity
He Was being fed by a women
From a local store
She gave him food and water
And clearly he was sure
She would always be there
For him
So he was always there
And nobody had let him down
So Somebody did care
When the angels saw him
His left ear tip was gone
A street dog
Fighting his own battles
And they go on and on
Having to fight one’s corner
alone and on the street
It clearly is a major problem
And it can defeat
Even the best fighter
And “REMY” clearly he
Was suffering in all weathers
It’s one thing being free
But being of no fixed abode
With the wicked everywhere
Some Motorists who seem to speed up
They really do not care
Out there,one’s wits are needed and
There is so much degradation
Spreading through the land
Where There is no real salvation
But then Straw Paws
Came into my life
The ladies they
Soft hands lovely voices
And they say this stray
Me that’s me
Misunderstood “REMY” yea for sure
But they were there to help me
Not just to ignore
Straw Paws are an outfit
And Romania is where
We are up against it
Not everyone does share
Morality like this lot
Many won’t atone
They are conscienceless
And obdurate
Which is why I am alone