Strangely large and human looking
Are the mongrels and mutts wandering
Aimlessly down Gogolevski Boulevard.
For in their stride lies a pride
and defiance, as if suddenly a
Feline turned fiercely dog-like.
They smell ahead, ready for a kill.
For in their abandonment there is
the solace of lordship,
over their exquisite manes
over the mud and the frost
over the tracks fresh and long gone.
Revolutionary and bohemian
barks & licks & night watches;
Once friends, now patient observers