The Curse of Seclusion
The emaciated dog so lonely it sought company
by looking into a puddle. Afar glittering street light
It had been there seeking food and shelter, but had
been chased away even, by those who had lapdogs.
It heard step, an old man walking slowly bent down
opened a paper bag and fed the cure bread crumbs.
The dog thought “apparently he thinks I´m a duck,
that´s ok, I´m so hungry and lonely it will have to do.”