Man's Best Friend
His gift to her was unconditional love
It was a merry season with green, red, and white
Platered in the air
But the 24th was not full of joy and warmth
But replaced with remorse
The grim reaper paid a visit
As she ran in fear the rain pierced her skin
Ahead she saw the car that changed it all
It was green
Not the kind of green on a christmas green
But the green on the grass of a burial ground
The helpless four legged creature crossed
And in an instant ceased to exist
Kneeling on the floor was she, tears with tears rushing like waves
She realized that her best friend was gone.
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