Stones like bones dried grapes <br />with no color or taste a flavor <br />sharply <br />bitter sweet morning dew <br />that keeps its moisture well <br />balanced with its thoughts <br />of a being that is <br />a being without motivation <br />toward its own kind <br />its teardropp eyes blank <br />dead and not seeing <br />steel barrel <br />and a steady rain of sorrow <br />drops its shadow and its imagination <br />an image within <br />another moonlight <br />and another midnight dream <br />prepared for a dreamer <br />of nightmares-<br /><br />Dorsey Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-social-life-of-a-dog/
