Shelter

puddle

It rains again on his weary, shaggy head
He looks up for a moment at the bleak sky
He needs dry clothes, and his dog needs to be fed
The rain pelts down on his weary, shaggy head
Without shelter, he knows they could end up dead
He has no plan tonight, nowhere to apply
It rains again on his weary, shaggy head
He looks up for a moment at the bleak sky

For Poetic Asides April Poem-a-Day.

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