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Mar 2018
I see
the moon, in its fullness
surrounded by curls of clouds

I wait
...for the frog to croak the mist of early evening

i wait, seems, there's no hope
in hearing its sad song tonight

i hear,
instead, the dark roof creaking
followed by calculated footfalls

and then,
i hear soft scratching on the gate,
soft voices......seem to be calling

i rise,
to see three stray cats lazily slouched
on the sidewalk, purring, looking at me

i see this black dog....joining the crowd
its glimmering eyes...looking...asking

and through
the moonglow, and scant light from the
lamp post...i see its *******...all swollen

my God!
where could her puppies be? my eyes wander in
the dark midst of mango trees and banana plants

t'was fed,
along with the dog ran when its
share was brought there at the dark vacant lot

as in past nights, time is slow as a snail,
while thinking over and over,

how i,
can bring that black dog and her puppies
to in my own backyard

in life,
we're like horses rushing...stopped in midstream
by homeless cats, dogs, kids, old, disabled people

we keep running...............or, we screech
we halt...and allow them to touch our lives...


Copyright March 2, 2018
**the night of March 2, the veranda...**
Sally A Bayan
Written by
Sally A Bayan  F/Manila, Philippines
(F/Manila, Philippines)   
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