This is why I hate to drive

[tmanzano]

He was a cat of royal breeding
back straight, eyes unblinking
stock still—a form of begging
tempted by meat grilling above...
slowly form and shape meld in - a little confusing here
to plastic trapped on metal pole.

Feathers that had come so far
now lay smashed against the tar
flapping up from gusts of cars - The imagery used here is very good
implying life, not flight as gone...
marred plumage turns to spotted gray
old newspaper's dying form. - more good imagery here

That giant snarling canine came
roaring out from dark again
creature emerging from the rain
crushing life beneath its claws...
foaming fangs convert to grills - a moving van passes in line of sight? 
on an old diesel moving van.

Links twist between eyes and mind
my lines are crossed and make me blind,
I see misery in trash, I find
demons stalking out in stealth...
my little frightened brain can't tell
what’s outside and what’s in. - questioning reality as suggested in "twists between eyes and  mind"? 

I am not sure if you were wanting to capture a vignette from a sidewalk or maybe a bus stop, or maybe in a car seeing out? Daydreaming while distractions shift into line of sight. The most poignant line for me being "I see misery in trash" and the entire ending stanza. I am not sure if some psychosis may be present here in "frightened brain"? On the whole, a compeling argument to walk tomorrow. Thank you for the post.