Golden In the Shade - Tanka
I've stirred up the dust
where I used to turn him loose
so he could run free-
Squirrels may be glad he is gone
but leaves have gilded his grave
Sitting in the shade
I feather grass with fingers,
feeling soft, long ears---
I can almost feel the thump
of his tail against my legs
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4/22/14
For Contest Sponsored By Amy Green
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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