Yellow Dog Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

July, midday heat
Sunday before lunch
and that stupid calling
Lunch!
They already called me twice
They didn't let me to 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