One Recognizes His Own KindA Poem by Thomas W CaseHere's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnWn7sX-Y4EHomeless and roaming the streets like an orphan. It was the dead of winter, and I was still alive... barely. My ex-girlfriend let me crash on her couch for a few days. She didn't smoke. I did, so, whenever I wanted a cigarette, I went out in front of her apartment and lit up. One night, bent on nicotine, I entered the January thaw. As I had my smoke fix, a man with a huge Rottweiler slowly walked by. The dog caught sight of me, and gave me a low growl. The guy talked to his pet like he was his best friend. 'Leave him alone, that's his home; let him smoke.' The dog knew better, and glared at me. He barked loud and viciously. 'Leave that poor man alone. Let him enjoy his cigarette, that's his home, ' the man said. A small dog began yapping in the distance. The man said, 'Oh great, you've upset that little dog. Come on, let's go.' The Rott gave me an evil look, and sauntered off. He recognized his own kind. He also knew that there was something different about me. He could smell it, almost taste it. He knew I was a mongrel and a stray. He knew I didn't belong.
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StatsAuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..Writing
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