The Kingdom Of Dogs (17) Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

by Freeyad Ibrahim

I went to a nearby supermarket
To buy what the children asked
It was a snowy winter day
Walking through a special road for dogs
On a road that prevents the passage of humans,
to walk, to play
On both sides of the road,
I found numberless colored spots
Different sized spots,
Different colored dots
Large, round, dark yellow
Licht pink above, dark pink below
Deep and dark orange spots
I see not one or two… lots
Along both sides of the road
Long, thick, thin, broad
I was amazed at their number ahead
The fact filled me indeed with dread
I thought for a while attention to pay,
And came to a conclusion, abashed to say
It's urine, my God! Dog's urine
The whole time I was walking in urine
Without noticing their presence, a day
But where are their excrements?
I asked myself, about the absence
of that filthy solid elements

Different sized dogs' turds?
On that or any other day
Here or over there,

Looking with dismay
I went deep once more into thought:
On ordinary day, unsnowy day,
I would have seen dogs' turds
if they had been there
But I would not have seen urine,
even if it were there

For the owners of the dogs:
Filth is what the eyes see
What the eyes do not see,
is clean

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FRYAD HUGO
NETHERLANDS
FRIESLAND
(Author-Writer)