Puppy in the grass

Small sad corpse, eyes gone gray

I passed you only yesterday

Through tattered walls you called to me

There’s no one in your home to tell

They left you like an empty shell

At least your spirit now is free

 

Perhaps tonight the moon will bend

Her lucent tresses downward trend

Her silver arms will reach to you

I think that once you knew a ball

And from fair Luna’s hands will fall

A golden orb; her hands will strew.

 

I wish that I had known you when

Before you bore the pain of men

When canine soul was wild and pure

We know that there was one for you

Whose love would run both deep and true

Instead your owners, who I abhor

Should suffer all their ills time ten