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