Monday, April 29, 2013

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

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