I thought I was yours?

He sits on the ground
Where his body decays
Beneath the soil
In his unmarked grave

He waits through the seasons
The nights and the days
He waits for his owners
With the other strays

His tail does not wag
As the years go by
His tail does not wag
But his heart it does cry

He does not know
Why he was left there
In a cage with no love
Surrounded by fear

They gave him a week
To find a new home
That week was too short
Even while caged on cold stone

The other strays watched
As he was led to his death
The other strays watched
Knowing they were next

As his body shut down
His eyes closing once more
He pictured his owners
And wondered:

“I thought I was yours?”