That Cocker Spine

That Cocker Spine

A Poem by meganwheeler

When you first came in,

I saw that cocker face.


The long, drooping nose with

Those deep brown eyes.


Your golden coat longer than I've ever seen,

Great bear-looking paws with your not so great spine.


Shaking, weak. The thinnest I have seen.

Your coat, your protection. Thickly covers the soul.


Thatirst bite of cinnamon role,

the brownie of the one you trusted,


You knew right away.

I could see it in your eyes.


Your right paw shaved,

the cathader making it's way in,

our eyes locked.


And at that moment,

I knew you knew.


When they began to lift you,

you gave up and laid down.


The last I saw of you,

nothing but a frown.


When you returned,

In that red blanket white bones,


Looking like a build-a-bear,

waiting to be stuffed.


They stripped you of the blanket,

dragging you to the dark.


Through the bag I saw your spine,

no longer could you bark.

© 2013 meganwheeler

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Added on March 6, 2013
Last Updated on March 6, 2013