The Mean Streets Of Winter

He was a poor man

Homeless

Clothed in rags

The dirt and filth

of the streets

had not only taken toll

of his clothing

but his body as well

Struggling to breathe

from the years of exposure

to the cities foul air

Emaciated

from the lack of food

and nutrition

with little to eat

Cold

he had found his way

into a back alley

to escape the wind

and frozen temperatures

that had come with winter

What he found

was unbearable

for him to look upon

A dog huddled

in a far corner

skin and bone

was all that could be seen

The poor beast shivering

looked up at the man

it's eyes held only despair

and loneliness

Hunger and thirst

were too obvious

Frozen and

on the threshold

of death

The sight of this dog

was too much

for the mans heart to bear

his tears began to flow

running down and freezing

upon his cheeks

As he laid down

next to the dog

his company

and what little warmth

he could share

was accepted

He gave the dog

the last of his water

His last few crumbs of bread

As they spent their

last few moments

upon this earth

together

they felt at peace

as they had each others

love and

compassion