Robert Frost said;

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words"

Monday, February 25, 2008

they put a dog to sleep

he scatterd the streets at night
howling and slaviating all the way
he was skinny and messy. oh what a sight!
not knowing the consequences he was about to pay

he meant no harm i guess
perhaps he was just feeling hungry
all he wanted was a meat so fresh
this of course made people terrified and angry

today, they put a dog to sleep
i witness it with my own dear eyes
he wondered into homes and gave us creep
everyone heard his painful words and cries

it was a pity though, for a dog so messy yet cute
but the problem was, he just couldnt sit still
so they had to came and made him mute
capturing hime by the throat gave u the chill

he fought all his might a they grabbed
in the end he grew tired and slowed down
in went the deadly venom when they stabbed
as he slowly came down and kiss the ground

after long screaming and noises from far
the streets became quiet and dead
dead like the body beside our car
he took away the sounds with him, too bad

i think i owe the poor creature one
because of him, my mother began to bond together
after two weeks of puase long gone
a death of one marks the birth of another


i saw a dog howling one night and later found it to be caught by officers the next morninf and eventually was killed using a needle for the fear of it coming to people's house and terryifing the neighbourhood. in the same time, i quarell with my mom and we both did not talk to each other for nearly two weeks. and because of that incident on that morning, my mom called me from my room in order to witnees the death of the poor dog. in the end we ended up talking about it thruout the day, together, thank you old fella, and i hope you rest in peace *woof*
30/11/07 9.15am

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