The Dog And Its Dead Owner
The dog was happy in the yard,
Enjoyed to play around.
It was a conscientious guard
Of this small village ground
Its owner was a generous guy,
Gave regularly food,
Its chain was on an old tree tied
And life was always good.
But fate struck down with evil fist,
Its owner fell down dead
And destiny became a mist
For truthful house pet.
And in the can there was no food
And chain was awful strong,
It tried to break it as it could,
But things went awful wrong.
Perhaps it is a nature’s law
For these ones who will search,
That it is safer not to know
Where is the freedom's verge.
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