Shelter

In his evening jacket, a man crouches
In the middle of the street,
While the rain pours.

Nobody knows why.

People pass by, holding umbrellas
They saw the man,
While the rain pours.

They all wonder why.

As the rain stops, a banged dog, uncovered beneath his jacket.
The right limb's broken, but it's alive.

He stood up, carries it to the sidewalk, and walked away.

Nobody knows the man
Neither they know the dog
Nobody knows why
But that evening, everybody saw

A human.

(A,2014)