I had other plans for Poetry Friday today, but then this happened:
He found the puppy on the driveway.
He wondered how that happened,
Because this one was the smallest of the litter,
And couldn't walk yet.
He picked up the puppy,
And then I heard the sobbing.
As I held my little son, he told me,
"He didn't wake up! He's cold!
Yesterday he licked my face
And now he's dead!"
My son wants to know why;
Why the puppy died when it was innocent,
Why bad things happen,
But most of all,
Why something was alive
And now it's not:
How a puppy can lick your face one day
And the next, be only a cold body.
Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
The roundup today is at My Juicy Little Universe.
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