The Dead Collie
The sun warmed benignly while the clouds lazed
When the car drove too fast while the collie
Jumped the fence and stepped into the road dazed
How could he know this was his last folly
But he was not made to live by a fence
He just wanted to roam like gusts of wind
Wanted to trod leaves in a forest dense
The jump was made now he couldn't rescind...
The wheels squealed in regret for what they'd do
His eyes opened wide but his body froze
Something cried run but it couldn't break through
The veins were broken, and spurting blood rose
He lay on the ground, he lay under tire
The last I saw him ere funeral pyre
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