jabberwocky

puppy saga iii.

With great fanfare and after a lot of thought
hardpressed for originality, we named him puppy
he wasn't that. or he could have been
we were never sure of how old he was
he could have been four months old or four years
a nice bright brown, his most discerning feature
was his face.. he had a wolf-shaped face
his muzzle extended in a square cut from his face
he was very squarish to being with
but he was smart.. not like other street dogs
he was suave, and somewhat of a smooth operator
everyone on the street wanted to own a piece of puppy
he got good breakfasts, lunches and dinner
even some milk now and then, stolen from homes
he made the streets look cool, with his regal stance
the only thing undignified about him was his name
poor puppy.
we soon found out how a street dog looked so good
turned out he wasn't a street dog after all
he was a pet in the street across.
One day they saw him eat shit on the street,
they were brahmins or jains or some other sect
that didn't tolerate this kind of nonsense
they threw him out
and he came to our road and was quickly embraced
we tied a satin ribbon around his neck
so that the pound woudn't catch him and electorcute him

but even puppy had his limits, when the time came he died
in the gutter, not died but was very sick.
and then paul our neighbour came and yelled at everyone
because he was sleeping in front of their house
said we encouraged strays, fed them and then abondoned
them when they were sick and dying.

Not knowing what to do, we telephoned mi
she sent someone from the office
by then puppy was dead
the van came and took him away to
bury or throw , we never found out
we lived in a colony, and couldnt bury dogs there.
and no one wanted to be part of it
including us.. puppy was good only alive.