stray dogs

stray dogs
keep
moving, keep
at it
without love.
from street
to street,
no leash
no collar, no
bowl with
a name
on it or someone
to rub
their bellies
by a fire.
no shots, no
standing
on a scale,
no pills stuffed
into a spoon
full of peanut
butter.
stray dogs
don't need
anyone, they
just keep
moving, dodging
the cars,
dodging
the net,
howling at
the moon,
more alive
than you'll
ever be.