My Neghbour's Dog Poem by Shankaran Kutty

(this is purely a work of fiction. I am such a lover of dogs, I would never ever do this in reality.)

It was a quiet and hot Sunday noon
When I thought I will take some rest
So with my ipod did I recline
My music collection, was the best

After listening to Chitra's melodies
It was time for Rafi to croon
When I heard a loud rough noise
That simply was out of tune

The sound I soon discovered
Came from my neighbour's Alsatian
What he saw I didn't care
For it added to my frustration

I tip toed to the compound wall
And peered over to look
He gave a stare, it was clear
No challenge did he brook

I saw he wasn't chained
So to fight him I had no will
And the wall was not too high
Not the time to test his jumping skill

His master was not at home
They were on a vacation
Leaving this canine at home
To add on their neighbour's frustration

"shoo", "Shoo" I said to the dog
I thought he gave a wry smile
Thinking of what next to do
I stood there for a while

Nonchalantly he stood
And to scare me, gave a growl
Still barking, he turned around
And went for his periodic prowl

I have had more than enough
I had to put this to an end
Wearing my khakis and slipper
To the neighbouring Bar I went

I bought a full bottle of whiskey
And another one of wine
I mixed them both together
And fed it to the canine

He looked at me for a minute
And then lapped it up in glee.
As sloshed, he went in circles
The afternoon, I knew would be free

With my iPod in one hand
In the other a glass of wine
Contended with my work
On my couch I did recline

As to the poor dog that day
It slept till it was very dark
But after that eventful day
Never again did I hear it bark