Dog in The Fog

The Fog rolled in from the sea

the baying of dogs ride the waves

nothing but foam as far as the eye can see

Streets sealed in a salty dew

The baying of dogs echo off empty alley walls

nothing but ghosts being birthed anew

Down the road and over the dunes

the baying of dogs strike sand, turned glass

nothing but wind shaping the earth, during many moons

The Fog rolled in from the sea

The baying ceased 

nothing but the growls, growling at me...