Sheba
Gray Ghost Queen is seen streaking 'cross
The back acre. She opens the doors. Sits in
Front seat honking for her master to come.
She accompanies him, a constant companion.
First she sees me off, on the bus to school.
One tragic morning, she's on the inside track.
I felt a thump, got off the bus. Lay on carpet.
As I cried, her master descended the stairs.
He was quietly reasurring - let me stay home.
Roy buried her in the backyard, by the stream.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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