The Death of a Pet
My pet, my Cavy, died tonight,
Crippled but beautiful,
He was my delight.
Arnie, my pretty one,
Legs so weak he could never run,
Neck muscle to weak to hold up his head,
And now he is dead.
Shiny, tri-colored coat,
He loved to munch on his rolled oats,
Voice that spoke so I understood,
Gentle he was, and oh, so good.
My Arnie, my pet, died tonight.
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis | Year Posted 2006
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