Remnant
In the small patch of forest Beside the new HDB they’re building, There’s a family of Dogs that seem Somehow to survive. I see one standing Sentinel sniffing the air And watching warily The towers of concrete That slowly encroach On his home. Last night they chased me. Three wild dogs barking At my heels As I pedalled down The footpath, heart Pounding, trying to look calm. They didn’t bite Despite my fears And my vulnerability. Instead they left me wondering Whether the world will be better When they’re gone.