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.