"The Lonely Dog"

The lonely dog arrests me
in all forms of word
He barks alone, he breathes alone
Never to be heard

What drives the thing to go on
In a household who lost his name
Tag, behind the drawer where they stored
All his things
They once were important,

and now he's replaced

What catches his bark, what catches his bite
Leaves my world to wonder in delight
of the smile
of my lonely dog.