The Dog
The dog was dying
It lay there, looking up at us
Like dogs do.
“17 years old” said the farmer
“She’s not been good for a day or two.”
“Been a great dog though, I shall take her outside
and put her in the sun, see how she gets on.”
The dog just lay there, watching us.
I said goodbye to both of them
and left.
Admittedly I'm not much of a poet follower.
But will give you a try :-)
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Our Rescue Dog
Cheers