Homeless and roaming the
streets like an orphan.
It was the dead of winter, and
I was still alive—barely.
My ex-girlfriend let
me crash on her couch for
a few days.
She didn't smoke.
I did,
so whenever I wanted
a cigarette, I went out in
front of her
apartment and lit up.
One night, bent on nicotine,
I entered the January thaw.
As I had my
smoke fix,
a man with a
huge Rottweiler slowly
walked by.
The dog caught sight of
me, and gave me a low growl.
The guy talked to
his pet like he was
his best friend.
'Leave him alone, that's his home;
let him smoke.'
The dog knew better, and
glared at me.
He barked loud and viciously.
'Leave that poor man alone.
Let him enjoy his cigarette,
that's his home, ' the man said.
A small dog began
yapping in the distance.
The man said,
'Oh great, you've upset that little dog.
Come on, let's go.'
The Rott gave me an evil look, and
sauntered off.
He recognized his own
kind.
He also knew that there
was something different about me.
He could smell it,
almost taste it.
He knew I was a mongrel
and a stray.
He knew I didn't
belong.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is on Amazon.com. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnWn7sX-Y4E
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Comments6
Dogs often can tell things about people that we are unaware of. Why do other species know more about us than we do? A most interesting write Thomas
Thank you very much.
Good write mongrel, erm, Thomas. lol.
lol. Thanks.
Good words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Beautiful, and I believe that dog even though had good intuition dearest Thomas, and even though you strayed for a while, it has led you to be who you are today. A beautiful Gentleman. That's for sure. 🌹
You are the best, sweet Teddy.
Even though evolved from wolves, dogs greatest wish is to please humans. Good job here.
Thank you.
another work of art my friend.
Thank you.
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