a sickly puppy following
her mom begging to suckle
skinny legs, ribs protruding
not even a month old, pity
i throw a pinch of a bread
she smell but mom got it
chickens roam free picking
whatever leftover on street
chase each other for sex
hen just shrug it off, norm
get to old business, food
which means life to them
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/041811e-food-is-power/
