Goodbye, Good Boy

Boy, funny how small

you looked on the doctor’s floor 

sleeping still for good. 

Boy, both ears folded

against your big, black Pit face

tuned us out for good.  

Boy, your huge, leathered

paws don’t fill easy now they’ve

stopped walking for good.


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