a sickly puppy following <br />her mom begging to suckle <br />skinny legs, ribs protruding <br />not even a month old, pity <br />i throw a pinch of a bread <br />she smell but mom got it <br /> <br />chickens roam free picking <br />whatever leftover on street <br />chase each other for sex <br />hen just shrug it off, norm <br />get to old business, food <br />which means life to them<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/041811e-food-is-power/
