Luna
The little black shadow walked through the yard.
Out I came and approached her. She was soft and silky. Her eyes a beautiful green.
Rolling in the dirt, making my summer so much more enjoyable.
Every day at 4:00 she was there, even as the school year started.
Every day, I would talk to her, tell her about my problems,
Every day, she would listen.
Even when she had problems,
4:00 every day, she was there, waiting for me.
I like to think she was my angel.
My Luna-boo.
I miss you Luna.
One day, she was gone.
I don’t know where, but if she ever comes back, I will be hers forever.
This is a great slice of life.
ReplyDeleteAw, sad, but now you've written her memory, Anika. Love the repetition.
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