movie

there's a lone dog walkin head
slung low not sniffing just don't have
strength to lift it needs
a rest
some broth
a dirty blanket in any
one's home.

out behind out him twin
comets approach. he doesnt' care
even though he can smell the rush
of air before them. keeps walking
not yet, can't rest yet
the road beneath his paws his head
slung low, cattle calling low low
the smell is in his nose so close
to how he arrived wet and squiggly
and tugging for teat
he feels the prerush afterness of it all
steps into the light