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Clark


You were my first love. The one I held most. followed me like a puppy, To Snatch all the worms I dug up. There was the time I caught a goldfish, you ate it in an instant. I couldn't be mad. The times you went over to the neighbours, you'd come back for mealworms. The many times I almost lost you. I'd always show you to anyone, You were my perfect hen. You were gentle and kind, As my cousins ruffled you. I didnt need to try to please you, You'd follow me like a tail. I thought you were male, Then you laid the first egg. The shock that superman, Was a woman. That shock when you died. I wish you didnt go, so young. I really miss you Clark. You're not at the door anymore. You dont pop In for mealworms. I see your pot. I wish you were here, Not under that earth. I miss you Clark.
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