The dog survived, note that down.

The reading was not in vain.

He knew who would shoot when

and who would start to bleed.

A fine day to roast a chicken

with carrots. No potatoes.

No witnesses. No notification.

A long fast, a retreat

in the bar where Dylan Thomas

ordered the fatal bourbon.

Will this do? It will.

The world was bad and was patched up.

The dog was bound to survive. Note that down.