The browny yellow restless,
The grey terrier like inquisitive.
Mixed breeds from the streets.
Splayed out for the saturday morning wind that sweeps.
Uncaring, content together.
Rough as thugs and metal studded leather.
They take a liking to a roll and tussle,
a violent biting, barking wrestle.
For hours they sit by the gate observing.
Waiting for the mailman or the paperboy-swerving.
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