free verse

The man who walked through st. Pauls square, scuffing his shoes against the ground,
Seemed lonely, but content, because his dog is sauntering beside him. He seems forlorn, and
the man seems to notice, bending down, and picking it up in his firm tight grip.

two years on the man is dead, the dog walks all alone,
till some old chap finds him, and takes him right back home.