The stray
- Lalima

- Oct 7, 2023
- 1 min read
A stray mongrel, cemented to your
Curb, eyes full of overwhelming hunger
Tongue lolling for scraps from yesterday
I watch my deep sunken greedy eyes
In the puddle from last night's rain
I secretly wish that I turn away unfed
I do not want to tear at your flesh more
I saw the other day, the gashes I left,
There were some inflicted by pedigrees...
Unripe and fresh your flesh glistened
Through the gaps of your secure windows
Drool dripped from my mouth to mingle
In the puddle at my paws, it stung sharp
Was that my vigilant shame or avarice
I stomped my paws marking my territory
Also smashing the guilt to fragments
I stand ground, rooted this time definitely
A mongrel by your curb waiting for scraps.





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