The date is December the
25th, a gorgeous sunny-day.
It makes me want to romp
around, but I'm too tired to
play.
I have not eaten for a
while, I think it has been a
week.
My only source of water, has been a sewage leak.
I lie here in a cardboard
box, and I feel quite alone.
I'm trying to stand up
on my feet, but all I can do is
moan.
Won't someone come and
rescue me, before my time is up?
I want to yell and cry
for help, I want to get away.
My place is in a loving
home, with children with which
I'd play.
I should be chasing
tennis balls, and licking children's
faces.
Running circles in the
yard, even sometimes winning
races.
This is not where I
should be, by the road under a
bridge.
Where there is no one I
can find, no mother nor father nor
kid.
So is this box my final
fate, my only destiny?
What terrible thing did
I ever do, to make things end this
way?
I know now my time has
come,on this beautiful winter
day.
I will fall into eternal
sleep,and my sufferings will
float away.
During my last day on
this earth, to my future owner I
say,
"Catch up to you in
heaven, and have a Merry
Christmas Day."
(Author unknown)
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