He stands tall beside his own shadow.
Lost in thought, feeling wrought.
This world is full of vagaries
Where justice is only served to those who gained favour by strong connection.
A morsel denied to this poor little guy
As food for the gods are offered to the heathens
But then he refused to take what's not his
He waited alone in the cold, this winter day.
©Leah C Dancel
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