Finally Sleeping

Eight pups in the pack,
All So innocent,
all so quaint.
Each traveling home for the frigid cold to come,
Not a care in the world,
not a worry in there thoughts,
Till the winter traffic began to roar.

The adults went first,
the pups went next,
That's when the pain full scream cried out.
His Bloody Paws,
His shallow breath,
Drawn with pain at every attempt.

His wales are weakening,
His cries are piercing,
His strength is dying,
His heart is stopping.>

His one last breath is drawn deeply,
His deep blue eyes are finally Sleeping.

by ©2003 Megan K McConnell

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