That Cocker SpineA Poem by meganwheelerWhen you first came in, I saw that cocker face.
The long, drooping nose with Those deep brown eyes.
Your golden coat longer than I've ever seen, Great bear-looking paws with your not so great spine.
Shaking, weak. The thinnest I have seen. Your coat, your protection. Thickly covers the soul.
Thatirst bite of cinnamon role, the brownie of the one you trusted,
You knew right away. I could see it in your eyes.
Your right paw shaved, the cathader making it's way in, our eyes locked.
And at that moment, I knew you knew.
When they began to lift you, you gave up and laid down.
The last I saw of you, nothing but a frown.
When you returned, In that red blanket white bones,
Looking like a build-a-bear, waiting to be stuffed.
They stripped you of the blanket, dragging you to the dark.
Through the bag I saw your spine, no longer could you bark. © 2013 meganwheeler |
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Added on March 6, 2013 Last Updated on March 6, 2013 Author
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