Dogs emaciated
bone bags one can say
their human handlers put them out
in the cold light of the day
rummaging the streets
the field of desperation
degenerates into
a place of utter chaos
not far from the zoo
limping painful movements
a resting place for fleas
squalor at every corner
degeneration sees
those limping painful movements
the doleful please take note
in the fields a worm or two
and a very tangled coat
standing in the gutter
searching in the snow
pale faced looking desperate
for insects that they know
beetles, moths and a varied selection
of delights
tied up, chained up
crippled laying motionless
the whites
of their eyes
looking somewhat tired
concealed in utter grief
ready to be loved again
which becomes beyond belief