Вершы: Lambchop. What Another Man Spills. Interrupted.

Taking the dogs
Across the street
To a grassy space
Between the buildings
Watching your shadow
Cast by the street light
It does appear
As if you're tapping

An ash into a puddle
Made from the urine
Of the dogs
It is very cold
And with the coldness
Comes a quiet
Interrupted
By a sound