Feed that dog.
The restless wanderer
going over fences and through
backyard bushes.
He’s full of fight. Has no enemies
and barks from the hell within him.
Kids stay clear.
His owner moved to Louisiana,
leaving him chained, which
he chewed through.
Full moons make him howl
long and sad, frightening
town bullies.
An abandoned car is his home.
He roams most nights
regardless of weather.
Cats avoid his teeth.
Roger Singer 