Widowed Paws

in the heart of the Alaskan wilderness, a dog gets to live the life and dies the life

He ran with glee in the white breeze

Nothing could hold him

Nothing could free him

But the arms of his master Let go at last

Woof woof he whimpered

No longer pampered

His heart grew dark, a desolate place

A hunger he could not replace

In the white he lay

Loving endless all night all day

A furry widow loyal till his end

Nothing could free him

Nothing could hold him 

He lay with grief in the white ash

Reviews

[Alison Gross]

Like the Poem, but the Blue text makes it hard to read Against the white background.

[ThePhoenixWriter]

Thankyou for the input, i've altered it to be more readable.