Drifting idle through city smog,
Shadows move with discretion.
Scenting musk of a wild dog,
For him I have a question.
I see windows veined with rain,
All murmurs soon disrupt.
This hound! My unspoken bane,
Physical and mind corrupt;
I howl for mercy and bawl,
And spy a matted creature,
Bloodied eyes stare to the wall,
And he won’t be my teacher.
