ONE DAY IN THE DIARY OF A STRAY DOG

He cursed himself for the day he was born snarled on himself why ever born in human world they kill, they cry and they celebrate all that well He licked the small cute bitch goodbye while her lovers waited in scattered packs wanted to hunt a rabbit for a change but in vain he wasted his hours hunting cursed he the men who devoured them clean he ran for leftovers at the back yard of the rich Already late, he would sleep hungry for he knows these times of was & feared sure was he would be late and fast on his toes and true he was late as he missed that too children of men were faster that him he cursed again, these men of little hearts he made a turn to go for the butcher's yard where a bone or two may fill his guts bad luck haunted him, the bones were gone- to a nearby factory where make manure he snarled and took to his four, since no choice remembered he his hidden reserve hidden under the dust in the farmers farm sniffed the ground to find spot he hid a stone at the back scattered his dreams turned to see the farmers son with a load of it licking his back he cursed the cruel men in anger wanted to rush to the cemetery near he was sure to get at least a piece of skull there all his hunger crashed on what he saw there was a tear or two gushing from his eyes flowing thru the long chin as he silently howled weeping women ,children all there in black burying their dead men all game in this war he growled way back and thought he would sleep but hunger made him tough to nap ran he to his bitch for a hug and silent sob luck never favoured him on this day, far he saw- the small cute bitch ornamental on her mistress lap The party is on for a war they have just won the men in uniforms all lined to secure but stray dogs not allowed, sentry’s face was stern He took on his heels for a timeless run he cursed himself for the day he was born snarled on himself why ever born in human world they kill, they cry and they celebrate all that well