Jumping around-
Living this life of his.
Sleepless nights
And tired mornings.

Prowling around-
Looking to pounce
On anything in sight.

Little sharp teeth,
Black gray fuzzy fur,
Bright green eyes
Staring at the sites.

Life as he knows it-
Is beautiful.
There is nothing-
To fear.

Dog was not in his vocabulary,
Not knowing what it means.
It was too late to find out.

Life is too short-
Especially for him.
Three months is too young
To be buried in the ground.
 
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