
Abused, neglected, forgotten,
Tossed aside by an ignorant society
Shambling along dim lit streets,
Scrounging for spare scraps,
We are strays with no true name
Rarely have our hearts known love,
Not a drop to be found
In the crimson rain that falls
Barely have our minds known solace,
Lost in the harsh wind
Of an unforgiving pitch black night
Every day is a struggle to survive
Strays we may be, but together,
We can band together as a family,
A pack to wander these desolate streets,
To protect one another
Beating hearts conjoined,
We are no longer hopeless strays
© 22 February 2020, by Haley Scully
I recently finished watching Season 3 of the Bungou Stray Dogs anime, which focuses on three organizations working to maintain balance in Yokohama, Japan. All the main characters are based off of well-known writers, including Osamu Dazai and Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald. These characters even have special abilities based off their real life counterparts. It’s a really fun, unique anime, and I’d highly recommend it, especially if you’re interested in the literary world. It also inspired this piece!
Excellent description of stray dogs and far too many people.
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Thank you very much for reading and commenting! I appreciate the feedback, too!
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