Sylee
I had a duck named Sylee.
She was little when we met.
I loved her and she loved me.
She became my perfect pet.
She grew fast, then grew some more.
She followed me here and there.
One day she went through the door
to enjoy the morning air.
She wandered in the back yard.
She liked the freedom of it.
I built a pool, it wasn't hard.
She could bathe and swim a bit.
When she was one, maybe two,
she got another best friend,
my cousin's pet rabbit, Boo.
They played a game of pretend.
Boo dug tunnels in the ground.
Sylee thought it dandy fun.
She followed Boo all around.
Through tunnels she tried to run.
One day the fun took a turn.
She tried reverse, but was stuck.
A tragic lesson to learn.
Black end to Sylee the Duck.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2024
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