Dead Dog (reprise)
For some reason I found myself thinking of a certain incident (and associated blog post) from two years ago…
And wrote the following:
Four Line Poem Written Upon the Remembrance of Seeing of a Dead Dog in the Canal
Dead dog in the canal,
Without an owner, without a friend,
Bobbing gently, gently straining
at the leash that has no end.
This is so sad. Powerful piece of poetry. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on! 😊😊😊
Thank you, glad you liked it.
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You are welcome. 😊😊😊