Slowly I move from place to place
Up one street; across another.

Huddled against the cold
I sit in a vacant doorway

Pushing a cart along a busy street.
Picking up cans as I go.
Searching through the Dumpster
Behind the grocery store, looking for food.

You passed me many times today
As you hurried about your life.

Did you see me?
Did you look me in the eye?

Or did you continue on your way
Not noticing my plight?

Do you hear me calling to you?
This child lost in the Night.

Will you miss me?
If I don't make it through till tomorrow?

Or will I even be missed at all?

                                      
                                                   Alone
                                                  Hungry
                                                  Forlorn

The forgotten shadow
At the edge of your sight.

With only the streets of steel and concrete
To remember my passing

The forgotten ones
Always here;
But rarely "Seen"


Wolf Nomad