He sits on a park bench, glum as a duck,
meaty hand holding an empty noose.
An old lady in a green duffel coat approaches him.
'Oh, what's wrong?' she coos. 'Have you
lost your dog?' His stubbled head lifts
like a boulder rolling back.
'Something like that.'
He heaves a sigh.
'Well, I'll be sure to keep an eye out, dear.
My dog ran off just last year.
He can be ever so naughty.'
The man's face brightens.
'How naughty?' he says,
fingering his rope.