Wondering About Tomorrow
Little Dogs in Fall’s Cold
Little dogs are Fall cold
And huddle next
To walls where children wait
Where white-haired power-mad men
Congratulate dead souls.
Little dogs wander tonight
Wander cold and long,
Long for a scrap of meat
On a lullaby bone,
Sweet dreams.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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