In the storm
The fields were bursting at the seams,
Defenceless the trees fell,
Bricks crumbled
Once the anger hit.
Shuddering he stepped,
Huffing and puffing
Every step.
Crying for help,
Desiring peace.
He fell early
Not feeling a thing
Not even bleeding.
Dog that died.
As a family we will stand
Even if he is a dog.
Every time
I remember
He runs rapidly,
Around us.
However we are still
In the storm.
