Modern Poetry of Stray Dogs

I always meet it in the afternoon when the sun turns golden.

Obviously, the people in front are pushing and touching each other.

There is no trace here.

I often wear headphones and walk in the golden sunshine.

Wearing charming clothes.

White shoes are spotless.

I was so careless.

Walk into the shadow where the sun can't shine.

One step, two steps, three steps

Unexpectedly,

I met you.

Brown. Hair in wisps.

Obviously it didn't rain.

But why, you are covered in water.

Adults often say that I am too thin.

However, that's because they didn't see you.

Do you have any meat?

The first time I saw you, I almost cried.

I even want to squat down and touch you.

Put your hands under your nose.

See if you are breathing.

I should be happy, after all, to see good people taking care of you.

You are not lying on the ground, but in a small nest made of cotton wool.

You don't have nothing in front of you, but three or four bowls.

Even if, it seems, it's not delicious.

However, I can't feel happy anyway.

Because every time I pass by, you lie there silently.

Every time, every time, every time ...

I should thank my parents for raising me so well.

Let me eat, sleep, jump, jump.

How much I want to see you.

Not in this dark place.

How much I want to see you.

Sprinkle with sunshine and run with clear crying.

I didn't know until I saw you.

It turns out that someone, even watching you smile and run,

You will feel happy.