RIC S. BASTASA

sunset
weak rays of the sun
not so warm
dying

a brown dog plays in the sunset of grass
taking a jaw bone of
a pig from the farm nearby

a white dog comes to play with
him, but there is no more time
for this silly
thing to do,

this time all quarrels end
it is dimmer
now and all the children have to go home
now,
sunset, the white and brown dogs
find comfort in the dark with their glowing eyes in the dark
tonight

not just the jaw bone, the hind legs and the ears
and the belly of another pig

come astray.