*This is a sonnet about my dog, Princess. She died when I was in sixth grade. For that story, check out "Death: The Inevitable."
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Her fur and ears are soft to the touch.
Her soft brown eyes tell us so much.
She ran through the yard and ran through the woods,
so full of life and acting like she could
jump into the sky and fly, fly away.
She always wanted us to play all day.
When night comes and her energy is gone,
she sleeps next us until it is Dawn.
Each new day brings new joy and memories.
I love her so much; now I'm on my knees,
praying, begging, "God, please don't let her pass!"
Her eyes are dull as she lies on the grass.
I stroke her fur as tears stream down my face.
My dog is dying; she has one her race.
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Poetry: Volume II
PoetryThese are poems of mine that don't fit under the category of boys, friendship, and heartache. In this, you'll find a variety of poems. Some of them have a bit of background information to help you better understand the poem. *These are my original...
