the yellow mong.,London or some big city.

Be my shadow brute
stick to my flesh and blood
like a dark shape
there, in the silence of the glare
with people everywhere
I saw you echoe in my dreams
walk the concrete paths
stalk the moonlit hours up and down
creep into my secret thoughts
and stay with me forever
for you are in my memory
starving cur
ginger furred golden eyed fox
there in the silence of the glare
skin and bones
game you dragged yourself along
on three legs dot and carry one
proud, too proud to care
you asked no favours and expected none
but hunted down your prey
in the filthy littered gutters
we stood around my kin and me
looked and still we didn’t see
Oh God forgive me never
I simply stood and stared
he dragged himself away
didn’t stay.

the yellow mong.,London or some big city.

Barbara Cliff

Sydney NSW, Australia

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Bad moment from young days overseas —a sad memory, which hopefully I learnt from.

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