He was friendly and unfriendly all in one
cordial with the family and rough with strangers
playing amicably now, then barking in a gruff tone.
Jeff grew tall and strong and became a terror.
The neighbourhood hailed as a “Terrible”
as its roar sent down the spine a shiver.
My children went to distant lands
leaving Jeff to us father and mother
and the three of us remained a happy band.
A few years later my husband had to move
while Jeff and I had to live in the family home
with nothing much to keep us in the groove.
As things were getting ahead in normal pace
I had to shift and join my husband
giving Jeff a lot of loneliness and lot of space.
Jeff was in the care of the servants
Unable to bear the separation
it took ill and became defiant.
We rushed back home in a hurry
Jeff was lying down with eyes closed.
Seeing us he Wagged his tail and smiled faintly.
We knew Jeff was in his death bed.
Next morn a fleet of crows sat around him
crowing hoarsely signalling the end in a trend.