Two large dogs wandering loose across the road
So mine took off after them, bounding in big show
Of ruling power over a so lonely neighborhood
Filled with souls who stay well apart and brood
Avoiding exchanges with each other always
As all tend to stay within - perhaps - no gaze
Propelling thought in other directions bound
Without true reality of words given any sound
So dogs, pets and other souls then are closed in
In an unwritten pact which avoids opening tins
And so a lonely pair are then thrust into stirs
When pair of loose dogs wander from lairs
And hearts race with the rush and blood-surge
As yelling takes over amidst all - and a purge
Of lonely tears falls, mixed in with pure angst
Against a dearly-loved pet, who forgets thanks
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
8:45am Sunday April 25th, 1998