Koby

(poems go here) Our Father who art in heaven hear my plea; he has always been kind always loyal, he gave me his heart which I sometimes neglected. Now as he stares at me, his eyes piercing like daggers in my heart. A dark mass starting in the right front leg feeding on his righteousness, ever growing until it reaches his lungs and one day, when is the question, his drum stops beating. All I ask of you welcome him with open arms tell him I will be there soon- before he knows it -to take him on that walk I promised him.