Caged Most Times. poetry Fought tooth and claw for a few bits of scrap meat and that dog is still starved. And now he’s bleeding, too. And now he’s laying down with that rasp in his breath again. And he’ll get up to fight tomorrow. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...