Stray Dogs

Paul Bell

He liked being on the edge
Liked it fine
Walking into the fire
Better than walking through the puddles
Just better

Stray dogs have more fun
Always on the run
No nice blankets
Nowhere to call home
Just nowhere

Black night's watch couples
Gazing silently
Words strained
Trying to recapture time
Just trying

Death breaks up families
Bringing loneliness
Loneliness breeds fear
Nothing left
Just nothing

Stray dogs die in the wild
Free till the end
Leaving that beautiful trail
For others to follow
Just follow.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2022 07:09
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: Eugene S.
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  • arqios

    As do stray cats! Then its cats and dogs strayin' and blazin' the trail.

    • Paul Bell

      They sure do.

    • hzugman

      Very nice job, Paul.

    • Eugene S.

      The musings of an outsider, maybe? Well spoken!



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