They’re accusing us of littering
the plastic shreds
On the play ground
What wrong did we do?
What crime did we commit?
Us guilty they’ve found!
The whole village is strewn
With plastic pouches
Of all colors and hue
I selected one with smell
Of my special taste
To play under the sky in dew.
Me and my friends in moonlight
Played “flesh stealing” game
While we guard the homes
That’s what we dogs do
Do they want us to stand still
Like silent lifeless gnomes?
You understand our language
So to you we pour down
The sorrows of dogs’ life
In our short span on earth
Do we have much luxury?
Some pats and bones after much strife!
If they care for plastic pouches so
Why don’t they bury them
Under soil out of reach?
But after years of devotion
I know, they love
to litter
Be it play field
or beach!
Xavier Bage
Wed, June 22, 2016
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