A shiny, black nose hits you first.

Then the brown, soulful woebegone eyes, framed by coffee-colored fur, staring up with a wistful expression, their gaze penetrating.

Two paws catch on your shirt,

the nails chipped and worn,

the pads scraped and stained crimson.

You eyes trail down, following a trail of  matted fur down a long, bony body, the ribs sticking out painfully-

To a crooked tail, sticking out at half mast-

A rough reminder of the stray's harsh past.



The End

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