Lost

A melting cardboard box,

In a lonely alley,

Dozens of footsteps pass by,

But know one stops,

To help those who need care,

To world is to cruel,

To even take a look,

Pitiful yaps comes from inside,

Those who glance over might see,

The pale brown eyes,

Once full of hope,

But no longer,

Of a skinny mother dog,

And her 3 babies,

Too far gone to growl,

As one by one,

Her puppies are picked up,

And taken away,

She thinks she will soon be gone,

By atlas,

A bearded man,

With the kindest eyes,

Picks her up as well,

And carries her throw the sky,

To forever watch down on her children.