Skinnier than a pencil. Wondering round the lonely roads of an abandon town. Its dark, wet and I’m dripping like a broken tap and I’m drenched. I’m rummaging for food. Looking in every nook and cranny. Hiding from the people that take you to the pound. I’ve got quite a sad life to be honest. Just dumped on the side of the street just as a new born. It’s just a continuous road to no where. Sleeping in the moon light beside a deep dark forest and you wake up hungrier than ever but that doesn’t. I’m just a dog unwanted by everyone, lost and unwanted that’s all I am. Nothing much to my life it’s the same each day. Guess what I eat rubbish or I don’t eat anything. That’s why I’m skinny; you can see my ribs quite clearly. Now you can how boring, sad and lonely it would be for you to be a stray.