Fence line


My dog never traveled
The fence line of the house
He had ever patience
To live at the same place
For years...
We lived together and enjoyed
The family of nine persons
With kith and kin
Including him.
But one day
The venomous hand of nature
Grabbed the throat
Of happy life....
The dog is still there
We all traveled the fence line.

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