The Dogs

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch something moving by the barn.
When I look, it disappears.  Wait, There it is again, at the cornfield.
Some movement, some thing.
Mom and I have been on the run for years.  Every time he catches up with us, we move to a new place and start over.
But this place is different.
'Painful and powerful in equal measure - as it should be.  An extraordinary literary achievement.'  Michael Morpugo