Hound Dog Graffitti
The scream and shudder blasts of noise from the traffic passing by
Could not silence the echo of a pain filled whimper and whine
Floating down a dustbin lined alley, the gloom forever drab
The ribs of the puppy, like bars on a cage, pierced through the shade.
Graffiti on walls not often seen, spoke nothing of the need far down below
The head hung low on paws ripped and raw, the darkness ever darker
The hunger, the fear, the lack of physical contact with another living thing
The coloured spray-can poetry, unwittingly, became a canine epitaph.
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