A dog barks from somewhere down the trail.
The trees lining my way look down and judge the mut
for disturbing their peace. He doesn't really seem to care that much
It is disturbing sometimes, how oblivious dogs are.
They hunt and climb, fetch and wag, all for the sake of man.
Why would they want such a best friend?
Haven't they discovered by now that all we do is call them stupid animals
when they don't do what we want them to.
We aren't their best friend, but they aren't ours.
If they were, they would know when to cut us loose
so that we don't drag them down with us
and force them to become
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted.
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