A MID-WAY STONE

Just
a boy picked and threw me at a dog.
Was it the fear of me
or the boy?
Unknown.
The dog ran away.
Last day it was rainy
as if the rain drops were fired at me.
Today it is the sun
so hot that I lie dry.
The puddles around have also dried
so no fear of getting drowned
if kicked elsewhere.
“Ouch!”
“I’m hit hard and that school girl is dancing!”
“Must have done on knowing.”
“But aah!”
“Thank you dear girl !”
It’s all green around.
These chances come once.
“Does with humans happen so?”

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