Lost

In the grey wilderness — a dog!
Where are his friends — the scents he knew?
Who owned him, fed him, as he grew
From pup to shadow lost in fog?

His little world has thinned away;
He runs — a phantom; Fate will drive
Him up street, down street, all the day
And then at night no shelter give.

The trail is vapoured, gone the sense
Of human refuge; run and run,
'Tis all he can, not knowing where
Or whither — run, and sniff, and shun!

In the grey wilderness — a ghost,
A thin brown helpless ghost astray!
Can no one stay him, show the way
To home? Chase out that look: " I'm lost!"
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.