Robert W Service - YellowRobert W Service - Yellow
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One pearly day in early May
I walked upon the sand
And saw, say half a mile away,
a man with gun in hand.
A dog was cowering to his will
as slow he sought to creep
Upon a dozen ducks so still
they seemed to be asleep.
When like a streak the dog dashed out,
the ducks flashed up in flight.
The fellow gave a savage shout
and cursed with all his might.
Then as I stood somewhat amazed
and gazed with eyes agog,
With bitter rage his gun he raised
and blazed and shot the dog.
You know how dogs can yelp with pain;
its blood soaked in the sand,
And yet it crawled to him again,
and tried to lick his hand.
"Forgive me Lord for what I`ve done,"
it seemed as if it said,
But once again he raised his gun —
this time he shot it dead.
What could I do? What could I say?
`Twas such a lonely place.
Tongue-tied I watched him stride away,
I never saw his face.
I should have bawled the bastard out,
a yellow dog he slew.
But worse, he proved beyond a doubt
that - I was yellow too.
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