Poetry

Monday 15 July 2024

Ghost dog

 Ghost Dog in the castle

Ghost dog in the park

Ghost dog chase the parcel

Of the postman in the dark


Once he was a real dog

But he died a death

Barking in the bedstead

Barking was his breath

Barking was his bread


But poor black dog

Barked but didn't bite

All the bravery went out with the fight

Killing was not in his nature

He preferred to lie on furniture

Laying like a lazy lad

La Dee da Lady Dog boy


Now he is a ghost dog

Walking round the park

Chasing after sticks his owner 

Fails to throw

Walking round the perimeter

guarding the house

Barking of a ghost dog

Barking in the dark

Echo of the Ghost dog

Echo of a life

Barking, barking ghost dog

Don't it cut you like a knife

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