the fourth time - a child should not enter a road

my dog, he spots a 
tennis ball rolling across the street.
cars whiz past, their tires going
quicker than the eye can follow. 

and he lunges, 
dragging me with him, 
as i desperately try to untangle
the leash wrapped around my wrist
as i am pulled into traffic in
the middle of a busy city at noon, 
the cars running past me, 
a lorry almost hits me, 
and then i am on the other side -
knees scraped to the bone. 

The End

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