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Tomorrow at noon –
Some say –
They go down.
Never seen two puppies
Fade to black.
Wish I could
Wish I could
Put my hands on their backs,
So that their felted skins would know
Someone holds that heat
When their last
light goes.
Tomorrow
at noon,
(when there are
no shadows,)
there will –
just for
an instant –
be two
little sighs,
then one
free
kennel
& a
little less
space
on the shelves
in the ice room.
Rest in peace, my
bright young brothers.
They got rescued!!! Same day they were scheduled to go down. One of their two sisters from the same litter (Triteia) was picked up, too. Never found out about Dexitheia - but she's small and adorable (i.e., adoptable) so I'm hopeful.
ReplyDeleteStill, the shelter was at 180 dogs as of Thursday (12 July) - which means there were definitely some dogs who never made it to Friday the 13th. So the sentiment of the poem stands - for whoever I've run for the last time.