Stray dog

Always hungry
wandering away from its plate
searching for extra flesh and bone
that may not be bigger
than what it left behind;
or even worse
that may not even exist.
Beating about the bush, literally
only to return to its plate
and realize what was in it
has been consumed
by another dog.
Or could it be lucky
to still find it there?

Stray dog, Poetry, Online writing

Photo: Xandert

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