The night before his death You took a long walk with him Unusually long, so I asked him Where you guys have been He smiled and began his tale You happily wagged your tail After all, you and he were best mates Strolling cheerfully, going to places When I saw you lying next to him In the shed on that late autumn night I recklessly asked both of you again What on earth has happened Your brooding eyes, trying for another tale Sitting on the white sheet covering him And the cold cement ground beneath You no more wag your cheery tail He lay there like a wooden toy soldier His mouth half open, as if to finish his last sentence I frantically shook his body and realised this time He is gone forever with his half finished tale