Loss

  • Loss

    A brimming sea,

    overflows,

    in those deep amber eyes.

    A mass of thundery hair,

    lies,

    on a cold patchy floor.

    Whines,

    escape the cold cabin,

    and float through the air.

    A furry nose,

    pushes up a limp, still arm.

    A wet tongue,

    licks a deathly pale face.

    A gentle bark,

    echoes in the lonely cabin.

    A confused dog,

    lies beside his loved owner.

    Howls of loss rip through the forest's serenity,

    as Meeko realises the truth.

Comments

3 Comments
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  May 14, 2016
    No, you don't like Meeko, but I did. Nicely done.
  • Malign
    Malign   ·  May 14, 2016
    Hmm...
    On latest activity it says that I liked Loss. Yet I did not, does anyone have any ideas why?
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  May 13, 2016
    Poor Meeko. This is moving, imaginative and very good.