Dixie

Her soft brown eyes melted at the sign of her boy

Her nub tail would shake the couch if you held her toy,

but one day, the door was left open and she ran

I doubt the driver saw her, just a slick flash of tan

he found her in the road where she laid to die,

halfway home, facing the house, and he cried.

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