Last Breath

January 1, 2018
By DBryan BRONZE, Garner, North Carolina
DBryan BRONZE, Garner, North Carolina
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The grass laid silent

on the wintered day

it was shaped

by Tim


Panting and confused

Tim laid



He watched me

eyes dripping as

he placed a paw

on my lap


He gave out a bark

then slowly dug his head

in my lap


Water dripped 

on his face

but it wasn't raining

The author's comments:

When I was younger, I had a dog named Tim. I always shared a special bond with Tim but it was sadly broken when he disappeared.

All I remembered was waking up to Tim gone and I was devasted. I still don't know what happend to him up to this day but I will never forget Tim.

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