Your muzzle grows white Poor, old girl. Affection starved Hoping this time Someone will have time Someone will help with the stairs Someone will brush me And feed me And walks me And loves me.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Your muzzle grows white Poor, old girl. Affection starved Hoping this time Someone will have time Someone will help with the stairs Someone will brush me And feed me And walks me And loves me.
A beloved pet, yes? I hear the uncertainty of an older being, wondering who will care for her. In so few lines, well done.