Poem "Brandy"

Brandy

She struggles, slips
her paw can’t grip
the wooden floor
anymore.

She runs, tonight,
dreams her flight
cross fields
of scented trails
each smell
a thousand tales.

She looks up
with clouded eyes
and shows me
clear devotion

that never
demanded,
always
forgave,
never
changed.

 


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