Herman Düne
Black Dog
She was waiting for someone or something
Sitting on the bench
In between the 4 towels that I love, And where I go and walk my dog.
She had herself a big black dog: Barking at me, willing to bite me.
"Black dog, I'll never harm you,
BD what a joy to see you!"
She was wearing a warm coat with a hood, But still, I could see her lips.
It was one of those suburban December evenings.
One hand in the pocket,
The other held a cigarette.
I could breath by watching her Having this so delightful smoke
At the hour when it becomes darker:
Black dog.
From Letras Mania