Chase

SK Iyer

Chase, chase and chase,
the dog moved with ease,
sniffing the felonious scent,
hours churned out miles of chase.

Tired of the trial, the men were bound
to trail behind the trained hound.
Everything starts has to stop,
the chase ended at a bus stop.

The weary squad concluded,
the thief had escaped,
leaving no trail behind,
and the mission came to an end.

Had the scent lost its smell
or was the dog wise enough to fool
the men at the abandoned bus stop,
where no buses would stop?
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