The dog ran out in front of my house.
I tried to reach out my hand, I tried to stop him.
There was a glass pane in my way.
There, in the street, man’s best friend.
Why did the dog run from his best friend?
His best friend who ran at him.
His best friend who tried to stop him.
His best friend who was smart not to run and cross the street.
His best friend who knew to sit when he was told to sit.
Who knew to stay when he was told to stay.
Who knew that cars are bad when they move more than 35 miles an hour.
Who knew to look, to check both ways at the street.
Poor Dog.