oh, laika,
my sweet, sweet laika,
you did not deserve such
cruel, cruel end,
a journey to the skies?
more like your funeral procession
but you were still alive as you blasted off into the stars,
a star you were, my sweet laika,
born to be cuddled into someone's arm,
forced to die alone in the infinite cosmos,
i like to think that when i was asleep,
you jumped on my window, a trail of glitter and stars following you wherever you go,
i'm sure you pawed through my dreams and turned it into a chew toy,
then Cassiopeia calls you by your name
and you happily wagged your tail and jumped on her lap,
she cuddled you the way you deserve to and brushed your fur with her constellation brush,
he is known for his pose
but for you he puts his bow and arrow down
and threw a comet for you to chase,
and every time i see a comet swiftly fly by,
i like to think that it may be you,
running by the world,
to see how the humans are doing,
and to see if the technological advancement
was worth the way they treated you,
oh, sweet darling,
i would give you the world,
and i'm sure it would form into two loving arms,
that would embrace you,
and never let you go again.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poezie[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
