Stray Dog


It barks for defense
It bites when threatened
It wanders for shelter
It looks for food

It runs in the rain
It howls in the night sky
It shivers in the cold
It lives with freedom

It sees a lot of things
Meets a lot of creatures
But will never have a home
And will never belong somewhere
And yet, they survive

I wonder
Can you call it living? 
I am a shell made to exist for something
But, can I find it? 
Or am I a stray dog?

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