I Write Sad Poetry...My Animals

The animals that once did roam,
Are now in cages all alone.
As they cry , in silent fear.
They know their time is growing near.
They have no one who'll take them home,
They'll live their lives and die alone.
Some are young ,but most are old,
"No one wants you" they are told.
Can you imagine how they must feel,
To live and die behind cold steel.