Foggy Days Poem by angelica dela cruz

listen to my doggy,
barking up a song...
though today is foggy,
his voice is going strong.

dark shapes out my window
have been playing with my eyes,
with a hollow, eerie glow
that dreams of my demise.

i let them be forgotten;
we all do, when we're old.
but sometimes as they glisten,
i feel my skin turn cold.

i miss my little doggy,
the shapes took him away.
i hope it's never foggy,
so i can hide in day.