the brown dog

The brown dog sat

By the road yesterday night

Right at the corner wishing to die

As the motorists drove passed by

The look of sadness

Sitting there alone

The owner couldn't be found

The brown dog sat wishing it was somewhere else

This morning the brown dog laid

On the grass near the corner it sat

Maybe the brown dog finally gave the last breath

There was no inhaling movements on the body

It was a healthy brown dog

The dog could be poisoned by the food

Picked it up on dustbins or somebody fed poison

On the grass lying quietly with heat of the morning sun