Not a soul in sight.
Full moon basks in the sky’s darkness
boasting a shine, dazzling to the eye.
A dog barks hidden in the shades of a building.
As if it is angry at its faith,
to be left outside,
on the ground,
with nothing but devotion
to its master.
One who tied it to a pole.
“Be a good doggy” – he said
Proud to call himself the master,
And the moon looks on
Proud as he can be,
that a master is nowhere to be seen,
and that His presence one should feel.