The
black dog looks at me
Eyes
of interest maybe a new face
As
the dog paces in his empty space
Ears
up tail behind his paws
The
rising sun
Bathing
its light in the sky
The
hot air blooming
The
dog keeping his paces
The
new neighbour
On
his new house
The
untidy lot
He
can't forget
Maybe
doing farming
Wheelbarrow,bricks
and bicycles
Cluttered
the porch area
With
2 praying altars
The
black dog chasing
The
beige coloured dog
Both
playing around the house
That's
the dogs lives
The
sun comes out strongly
Enough
of dark clouds
Maybe
in the evening
Rain
may fall the dogs will hide
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