We went for a restful weekend break,
just me alone with my lovely Jake,
the best times had are never planned,
I thought as we strolled across the sand,
then in the sea as I held him tight,
a total stranger picked a fight,
I thought the fighting would never stop,
until I saw my poor Jake drop,
I held his head within my hand,
as he lay there in the blood stained sand,
his heart rate dropped with every breath,
I new that Jake was near to death,
I closed my eyes and began to pray,
but my lovely Jake just slipped away,
“oh why oh why” I began to plead,
“oh why did I let him off his lead?”
I hope this one kept you guessing a little bit.
Now for the get out clause like they have in films.
No dog was harmed in the in the writing of this poem.
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 27.02.2011.