His Pet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

His pet

Colour of his dark hair
-raced with raven's feather.

They, to me, a mirror
-years ago, in village
-when had my animals.

He had dog…
-I did not.

Born Muslims
-Najes are pigs and dogs
- (when wet, but, not dry!)

His bulldog
-possibly of same age
-could even be older…
-to move, walk, unable…

Boy kept the dying dog
-on his lap and his arms.

Stuck out from mouth
-hung as lips fell apart,
-whitish or colourless
-tongue to shout:
- "My friend of old times,
-love you and sorry, but
-I must go, so, goodbye…! "

For the boy, the bulldog,
-possibly,
-was dear as can be
-siblings, older ones!

They grew together
-ate, slept, and played
-childish fights, forever!

He lifted the dog to
-hug and kiss and cry!