dogs eat at the night
buried in the yard
they chase the moon in a pack
the white of their teeth
compared to stars
the windows close against them
iron bars in transparency
life closes against them
the morning will crush them to dust
with only the wind left
to stir them up
buried in the yard
they chase the moon in a pack
the white of their teeth
compared to stars
the windows close against them
iron bars in transparency
life closes against them
the morning will crush them to dust
with only the wind left
to stir them up
