'The Black Small Dog'
Whose dog is it, I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown, crying a lot.
He gives his dog a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's that break,
Of distant ocean waves and birds awake.
The dog is black, small and swift
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducks ...they weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
By Zuzanna Musial
Music Copyright Matti Paalanen
© 2019 Zuzanna
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