Hound Dogs Poem by Francie Lynch

There's a big black dog
Prowling our streets;
Not the kind that likes to eat,
But devours us,
Piece by piece;
Whether we're up,
Or trying to sleep.
Relentless in pursuit,
Dripping, pausing at each dark house,
Crouched and listening
For tears and shouts;
In the shadow, drooling,
And then there is a wooing,
For one to run,
To its insatiable hunger.

It tears my peace asunder.
Have you seen it loping by?
By God I know I'm in its eyes,
This mongrel escaped from Paradise
Before we knew its name.

This devil dog
Feasts on losses,
Gorges on gains.

A big black dog
With its bone,
A rapacious beast
Best left alone.