On My Shrew's Death

My shew is no longer breathing This I really do lament My shrew is no longer kicking I find myself in torment; I wonder where its soul went; Could it be Alaska or Benelux? This death definitely sucks For it was a creature, a tender creature Whose system ceased functioning altogether; Today, I can only see a bleak future; For it no longer moves For it no longer laugs Such lack of noise and motion means Tears in my eyes and apathy; Life without you is colourless; Such a tiny peaceful mammal Who has never pestered anyone I will really miss this animal Since now I am truly alone For my best friend is gone; Its little heart stopped working And mine since then is aching; I could hold you in my hand So much fun remains in my mind; If only time we could rewind! There's no therapy to get over this No alcohol since I'm a teetotaler No video games. I loathe them I can't focus on chess now I can't read poetry like this My shrew is always in my mind But nowhere in my life Just a cold still body It's dead. Dead. Like my joy. Gone. But worry not, my little mammal This won't last long... I will see you soon, my lovely friend