Making his entrance
From out of a dark side-
Street indifferent
To all and strutting
In full view of a late night
Crowd of smart sidewalk café bar
Denizens lining the traffic-
Clogged main drag, the stray mutt
Swaggers toward his
Allotted crash pad
In front of a long line
Of freshly slaughtered
Porkers on hooks dressing
The plate glass windows
Of the corner meat market,
A freshly pilfered
Well-worn welcome
Mat gripped tightly
Between his gritty teeth.