There is no doubt the old gray dog
visited the deep caverns of hunger
not wanting to be chastised by important humans
he held his head low and detached from the mean streets
as dogs sometimes do.
Old gray hid in orchards and thickets of prickly bush
just to escape his smell and the smell of his kind.
Isn’t it strange how we mimic sometimes
those so different than we, four legs
instead of two can run faster to ruination.