She didn’t cry, didn’t howl, didn’t show anger.Only a quiet tremble lived in her shoulders.
In every town, there’s always one such dog.No address, no name tag on a bowl, no vaccinations, no right
He stood by the trash bins.Small, wet, blind.He didn’t cry.He didn’t whimper.He didn’t beg.
When a box moves, your first thought is that it’s just trash, a rat, or someone’s discarded belongings.
When you’re a child, the forest feels like magic.Especially in summer, especially when you’re ten and
Under bullets, in fire, in hell,They ran, fleeing into the shell.And he remained — upon a chain,Unknowing
What’s wrong with me…? Fillyjonk has been living in the shelter for two years now. Two years — that’s
When we arrived, he didn’t move.He was lying on the concrete edge of an old, abandoned yard, as if someone