The Death of a Dog

Out of the blue, he came on the third floor,
He didn't know where to go, as he stood in front of a closed door.

We shooed and shooed and shooed him away,
But the little ugly creature couldn't see the stairway.

We got fed up and so did he,
and hence he tried to jump off the balcony.

He took the shortcut and finally managed to jump.
I closed my eyes, all I could here was... THUD!

We called the Vet Hospital, and they took him away.
As the poor soul was crying out of dismay.

Next morning, the phone rang when I was still in my bed
And I heard a voice saying, "Sorry The Dog is Dead!"



Poor soul...
RIP!