Not by wish, neither by choice
But fate placed them there
Poor roadside pets!
Playmates on the street's
playgrounds
Craving and yearning for
The affection of unfamiliar
Owners
Hugging the legs of passerbys
And clinging to the windows
Of cars
Chased by the merciless storm
And whipped by the angry sun
But no shelter to take refuge
At the mercy of the unwilling
Food vendor's table
Only leftovers assuaged their
Wailing stomachs...