The Stray Dog

The dog is very much a stray,
      Headed up the street on his way,
He's in search of food to eat,
      so he doesn't seem to miss a beat.

He passes one house and more,
     this trip he's made times before,
So independent he certainly is,
     this life though he'd change as his.

His future would not be so dim,
     if someone would merely take him,
Love and attention he'd definitely gain,
     if finally a master he could obtain.

The life of this stray is a sad one,
     in deserving it what has he done?
As a puppy, he was deeply adored,
     but cast out when owner got bored.

He's a stray making best of what he can,
     for him; he's in need of our helping hand,
by giving a morsel of food; we share,
     showing one of God's creatures we care.