Found

I was found,
On the corner of 6th,
And 12th street.

You promise to take care of me,
But so had they.
And then I found myself in a box.
Crying for some good person to take care of me.

Should I trust you?
Will you be better than they were,
Or will you be the same?

You give me a warm bowl of milk,
Some food.
Now I feel drowsy.
Maybe I could stay here,
Just for the night of course...