Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Press Pack

The dogs are circling with intent.
Once, when your table was overflowing,
they were content to feed
on left-overs, but now
nights are drawing in
and all signs point
to the table soon being bare
and dogs know all too well
where the next meal will come from.
On lazy, sunny days
they were always willing
to roll on their backs and play dead,
just to humour you, but
had you been really wise,
you would have noticed
the keen redness of their eyes,
observed how every now and then
they would slink off
after some other wounded prey,
but now, it is you who limps
and shivers with the cold.
It is your trail of blood they track
growing steadily more bold.

I hate to be biblical but as you sow so shall you reap! Thanks to my Macedonian correspondant for pointing out my schoolboy error!!!

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