Strays

Recently in Laredo I spotted a young female with a very distended pregnant belly. She was lost, this is an industrial part of town. It was hot and she was thirsty; however, she would not accept a drink when it was offered. Not willing to trust someone to help her. Yes she had four legs, a tail, a dog personality, a fur person, but doesn't she remind me of me? God sets everything in place, knows I am thirsty, but do I yield to the Masters voice when he calls? Lost in an area I do not belong, craving to be somewhere else, a place where I am loved and cared for and about; but I like she don't always come when the cup is offered. We are all strays.