LunaDeCrescens

Bitter-Sweet Penitentiary       An old and flea-ridden, mangy mutt pads behind the muscular man with the pole-leash. The wise, old dog looks up at the man, and wags his sorry excuse for a tail. The two know each other, they are age-old acquaintances and now-and-then buddies.  The man shakes his head and says, “Sorry old boy, but we can’t keep this game up…besides, you’re far beyond your years of wandering these busy streets, it’s time to settle down.” The scraggly hound tilts his head and gives the man a soft growl, in a sort of solemn agreement. The dog shakes his mass of matted fur and trudges forth, n