Yellow dog

A sad story from the childhood

Yellow dog

 

July, midday heat

Sunday before lunch

and that stupid calling

Lunch!

They already called me twice

They didn't let me bring the dog into the house

I was afraid he would leave

It's his first day with me

I brought him from the other side of the road

I left him on a barrel in a yard full of junk

The dog is small and the barrel is tall

He's not going anywhere

After lunch, they forced me to go to sleep

And I fell asleep reluctantly

I dreamed of my little yellow dog

Left on that barrel

Full of tar