Blunt white jewels, cast away for years
Chewers and tearers that formed crowns within mouths
Tokens toppled upon stone-spilt footpaths
Left to be weathered and worn by the wild, raw winds

Picked up and slipped down
Into the depths of a plastic pillow bag
Dormant and dead in a land of memories
To be lost and never, ever found

The mark of a dog long gone
Yet its concealed, captured youth remains pure
So I can remember what you used to be
With your young puppy teeth