The
black dog walks along the road
No
other dog dares to challenge him
He
walks with confident strikes
The
breed of familiar territory
The
morning sun shining on him
He
sniffs the air feeling good
The
morning rays blushing on the dog
He
bathes with glory walking on the road
When
he sees a red MPV parked at the house
He
coolly walks there sniffs the tyre
He
smells something familiar so he thinks
Then
he urinates to mark his post
The
black dog never looks back
He
walks away never bothers what he has done
He
wags his short tail his confident strikes
On
the road going back to his owner's home
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