“She would be there
On dark oppressive nights
When sleep wouldn’t come
And restlessness would pervade;
A small wavy figure
Caught in streetlight
Under the yawning sky
Wagging her tail
Looking up at me
She would then bark
And wag her tail more
And the night wouldn’t be
That lonely anymore
As peace would come
In quiet sleepy lore.
She died two days back
They took away her body
While I was away
She is no longer there
Under the streetlight
Wagging her tail
Looking up at me.
I miss her
Missed her more
Than I had thought
I ever would;
But while as I write this
I feel as if she is
Now here with me
In lasting wish
A joyful peace”
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