The tilted pet noise
haunts us as we roll down the narrow hall
its diseased bark echoes oddly in this cold hollow place

my legs ache
with the portent of coming snow
i must reach the exit
i must not be a victim of chance

the scurvy beast falls behind
its bark giving way to a note
of sorrow
he will have no-one to trumpet down the hall
when we have fled

he will be ;left alone with his dark doggy thoughts

homeward bound
homeward bound
just down that hall