Seclusion

The Curse of Seclusion The emaciated dog so lonely it sought company by looking into a puddle. Afar glittering street light It had been there seeking food and shelter, but had been chased away even, by those who had lapdogs. It heard step, an old man walking slowly bent down opened a paper bag and fed the cure bread crumbs. The dog thought “apparently he thinks I´m a duck, that´s ok, I´m so hungry and lonely it will have to do.”