quiet day
talking with the family
about death
© Rachel Green December 2025
Thou hast crawled though literal shit to save
the saddest dog abandoned for a week
and left chained up to starve in freezing grave
unknowing why its future seemed so bleak.
At least for now it has a home, and food
to aid this starving lad with jutting ribs
who weighs less then the bag of apples shewd
this poet eat for breakfast (and just did).
Alas this furry lad doth like cats not at all
for now it's new-found home be tempered true
with love the feline resident can call
its own in which to welcome someone new.
Whatever god looks down upon thy wondrous soul
May they give aid to help this pupper find its goal.
© Rachel Green December 2025
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