A Poem a Day (145): There’s a hound in the street

There’s a hound in the street

There’s a hound in the street,

Brown and whimpering.

He hasn’t eaten for days

And he peers up at you.

There’s a man in the street,

Shaking, gesticulating.

He hasn’t slept in days

And he calls out to you.

Did you notice them

In your rush to the station?

There’s a girl on the train,

Sad-eyed and weeping.

She hasn’t spoken in days

And she won’t look at you.

There’s a boy on the train,

Wild-eyed and seething.

He hasn’t shot up in days

And his eyes are pleading.

Did you notice them,

Or disappear inside yourself?

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 15, 2020