The Whine of the Dog

The Whine of the Lost Dog

The whining started as I left work,

The sound was so intense I began to jerk.

I looked around to see what was the matter,

And saw a small dog whose collar was in tatters.

He was scruffy and black, 

And had a silver tag that said Jack.

His nose was so dried up,

That I felt for this pup.

I made to go near,

And he startled in fear,

But with a voice so smooth,

He accepted my move.

I whistled to Jack and opened the car,

And he settled in as if it were par.

I smiled and let out a sigh,

I now had a companion and was feeling so high.

When all of a sudden, I snapped out of the bog,

And realized I had stolen this cute lil' dog.

I now was a thief, a cretin and a liar,

And hope life is prison is not quite so dire.