The spaniel charms a
growl as our paths cross up the
narrow, marble stairs.
The stench of mange, piss,
and decay mix as I greet
my aging neighbor.
It’s pitiful the
way he beats the dog and yells
“You stinking bastard,”
And even more how
he smiles; how the dog cowers
yet still trails behind.
growl as our paths cross up the
narrow, marble stairs.
The stench of mange, piss,
and decay mix as I greet
my aging neighbor.
It’s pitiful the
way he beats the dog and yells
“You stinking bastard,”
And even more how
he smiles; how the dog cowers
yet still trails behind.
3 comments:
Cool man, are those four haiku's?
You got it; a series of four.
Reminds me of Dick Cheney.
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