Called for Rusty running spaniel,
This dog never missed his dinner,
Nightfall came and I went looking,
Day break too, along the creek bed,
In the damp dark woods I found him,
Lying sleeping endless autumn,
With a tear for lost companion,
Covered him with leaves and twigs
Then I came again on Tuesday,
Stared at what he had become,
Hungry forest floor devoured,
Eyeless sunken fleshless mound,
Comes the snow, Missouri winter
Locked in stasis, frozen, finished,
I pray for spring to come and take him,
Release him from this purgatory,
2007-09-21
05:19:15
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