Life Of A Street Dog

Born on one of the streets of an urban city Grown under the protection of my mothers’ care Learned the tricks to survive on the busy roads Under the watchful eyes of my mother I learned That life is not easy To live and survive A struggle of everyday For food is routine Thought barking is reward I barked hard And harder to impress Yet no rewards Just a hush hush by the dwellers To push me away Mother came to rescue I realized my learning is half I watched my mother Not barking on those who reside On streets or in house on those street Also learned how to identify suspects How to scare them and how to remain safe Although learning is a never ending process My mother left me to learn by self I was all alone fighting my battle of life One day I saw a suit-boot man With a briefcase in hand Walking happily and fast Trying to hide what he embezzled from office My sixth sense alerted and I barked He got scared and ran past my street After few hours I saw a car Five men descended and one being suit-boot man they chased me to beat one being successful he hit me on leg since then limping I learned a bitter lesson if you bark at a decent man even though he may be a thief it will costs you a leg Same day a poor thief came running trying to hide he was injured but his body language showed me that he need help tonight I saw him giving me biscuits and bones Every day as reward one day I saw this man stealing But distributing goods to poor people He was my robin hood in true sense I saw the suit-boot men stealing from poor people And distributing it to rich men by throwing parties What a contract in human society I found Poor man stealing from rich and distributing to poor peoples Rich man stealing from poor people and distributing to rich I saw many changing colors of the street And many different shades of humans Some were society animals, intelligent animals and what not I feel pity, the way they think, and the way they behave My street life is far better than their pompous life.