I watch close <br />The face of a sleeping dog, <br />Its eyes crescent moons <br />In those times blissful <br />When sleep runs it down <br />In respiteful shelter <br />From fleas <br />Hot concrete <br />And from men! <br /> <br />I wonder <br />What comes in its dreams, <br />A rusted bone <br />Loving eyes <br />Caressing hands <br />Or the pain <br />Suffered in the hands of men!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-sleep/
