A Voice From the Pound

I see people walking by,
I wonder what they’re thinking.
My stomach in my throat,
my dejected heart is sinking.

I want them to take me home.
Please get me out of here!
My cage is uncomfortable,
this place reeks of fear.

No matter what I do,
they don’t hear my cries.
So I look at them intently,
I try to catch their eyes.

Is there something wrong with me?
I hope that’s not the case.
Don’t they know I’d love them,
can’t they see it on my face?

Won’t they please give me a try,
afford me just one chance?
But they keep on passing me by
not even looking up to glance.

– Phoenix Aradia

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