A Crown Cinquain poem for my sick pup
Asleep
On hardwood floors
In the dark before dawn,
He rests and waits as the new day
Begins.
Begins
To awaken
With the hope of morning,
Sweet relief from his past pains, and
Healing.
Healing
Surely to come,
A better life to live,
He greets the light with his keen gaze,
Hop…
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