Beggar Girl

With dog
the girl lies
damp in fog,
bright eyes searching,
expectantly heeding,
probing
vulnerable defences,
am I pray
to false asking?

Tonight will I
in content lie?
as they rest,
girl and beast
in cold ditch,
or in comfort recline,
insensitive
to the turmoil
beating
in my breast.

Something to ponder,
let not the mind wander,
for is it decreed
I either concede
or retreat in haste
with justifiable distaste.