Still hungry
Two lost dogs looking for food.
Days without sanctuary,
the dogs are hungry and sniff the ground as they tread.
They think their days requicital.
The air is cold.
In a park they find a box of left-over fried chicken
and do not share. They hoot
and show their mandibles.
They are bored with their lives.
As they clasp from each other pieces of chicken,
the building creates slanted shadows.
Cars sever through the gargantuan shades.
The traffic light changes are instinct to the dogs.
In the end neither is fulfilled. Both are still hungry.
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