Escape plan: a poem
Escape plan: a poem My mom ran after her puppy He had been sick for too long He was bounding like a rabbit in spring… running away… Best we can figure is he didn’t want her to see him die But For good or ill She didn’t let him go She caught him and swept Him up in her arms Gently she said “what are you doing?” Bouncing him like a baby Getting ready to a nap. He passed away in her arms I can see his reflection in her eyes while she holds him shaking with long quiet tears.