crumpled, discarded
rattling down the street
pushed by errant winds
stained with misuse and neglect
deftly side-stepped by the road-wary vets
it tumbles on until it
fetches up against the broken fence
and clings, weary
and battered by the uncaring wind
slowly unfolding, tearing, shredding
the last ad reads:
gentle soul, free to good home