Dogs

Dogs

Where do I go with these dogs
There is a deluge of barks
And I sink and sink
They are hungry
And nothing
Is enough
On this valley of green
They will soon make me their
Feed
Let them
Or can I flee
And become a blade of grass
And never hear nor see
All I see are their fangs
Sharp and eyes
Desperate
And hear now their howls
Miserable
They must die
So I live
Or I must die

Refugee

I have found a place to hide
But the doors don't shut
The locks are broken
Every draught
Slams  them open
And I fear
They may
Come in
And drag me out

Who can I plead to
The wind has no ears
But arms that open closed doors
And let me out to
Mobs out there
Looking for prey