The Wet Black Dog

Small, slim, silent, stooped

Left outside a cafe, tied

Rain slicked furred licked

Blue tie tethered

Grey puddles measured

Reflect silver chair legs grey clouds

and red covers, not covering

anything.

Not of use to this small waif, a dog

left being patient, alone.

A dog with winsome look

Wanting warmth, a pat

I acknowledge that

Its owners heedless

Drink coffee as drips

of wet rain on their pet.

I don’t get the coffee urge

just pat the dog and

our eyes, merge.

 

 

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