A dog barked and no one shut it up,

The wind sighed through the night,

With the stars flecked in her hair,

Still, the snow slept on the naked ground,

Unaware of the dog, unaware of the rattle

Of the beggar’s cup, held out too often,

To sleep in peace, filled only with misery,

“Spare some change, mister? Hey buddy,

Help a guy out,” the ones without hope,

Hoping for something, not knowing why or what,

Standing in the shadows of other peoples’ dreams,

A young girl shouts, “fuck you!” on the street,

To a friend, to a cop, to no one,

And the wind softly sighs through the trees.