Sad Fate Poem by ion untaru

hard frost:
each day were frozen
one from the street people;
he had fled the channel being housed
in the basement of a building
sleeping in a carton box
that fold during day and hid
between the wall and radiator,
cuddle a stray dog
- you look like me,
maybe together we'll find easier
a crust of bread,
nobody sorry for our fate...
and usually spoken each other
until fall asleep

a few days later they found him,
attracted by the angry bark of the dog

(translated from romanian)