I Guess I don't have it...or I lost it, or whatever. Not a cheerful poem today. It's just what I want to put up...
My Brotherhood with the Animals
There is a bone thin and pale street dog near here.
The children throw stones at it,
- Yesterday they gave it food.
It stands today on bent legs,
Trying to make itself very small,
It takes the acute sting of pebbles on its flanks.
Anemic brown and colorless.
Turning in low spirals to spread the pain.
It is lost too and whimpering.
I think, if the children offer it food,
It will come back again tomorrow.
I hate it…the way it craves food like love.