Saturday, May 9, 2015

Stray Dogs


Stray dogs get kicked.
Stray dogs get sticks thrown at them.
Tail between their legs, they run.
The ribs are showing.
There is no knowing where their next meal’s coming from.
They join a pack of other scruffy mutts and then attack
a sweet old lady of eighty-five,
and eat her arms while she is yet alive,
screaming in her garden there,
a bonnet fallen from gray hair,
until a car pulls up and blows its horn.
Those dogs then laughing, laughing, laughing run,
having, having stray dog fun.


SKJ, 5/9/15

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