Bluish sky

Bluish sky… the air is dry
Seems like another day to forget
I was counting my fingers and I bet
Somehow I grew another finger… now I got eight!
My dog was barking at the gate
The old man says – “it’s fate!”
then dies.
Now what am I supposed to do?
I got no money left to put him in the ground.
Just look around… old memories and dust
…
The dog is howling … how many days have passed?
No birds in sight
The smell has killed’em all… too bad!
Hey, look! another finger...

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I must have gone mad.