Till the Last Breath
A
puppy
lay in pain
whining for love
frightened and pleading
a thin, bony, weak frame
and yet a wee tail still stirs
this is a picture of abuse
and neglect of the most innocent
I stroke puppy, in tears, till the last breath
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June 28, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Till the last breath
Copyright Protected, ID 06-489-114-28
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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