The sun was only the faintest eclipse,
obscured by swirling black smoke.
A blistering shower of tangerine, gold;
a deafening siege of assaults.
A voracious inferno consuming, engulfing
the blameless left in its path.
Amid chaos a pup
yelped from alien pain
as blood gushed forth from his chest.
All around him were wails of
bewilderment, grief…
cries very much like his own.
He caught a glimpse of his girl...
motionless, quiet, lying alongside the road.
As he inched to her side,
suffering mixed with relief.
He groaned as he nudged her chin, and her wrist.
Yet in spite of his pleas, she lay still.
He recalled what she’d said
as their world blew apart,
loving stories of Allah the Father.
“He adores dogs and kids.
When our time here is done,
Allah will come take us home.”
The dog knew she was gone.
He felt small and forlorn.
He waited, and waited, and waited…
Then a kind face appeared
as the puppy’s light dimmed.
Father Allah was taking him home.
Michelle Close Mills ©
this sad story really tugs at my heartstrings. Thanks for sharing it through a dog's eyes.
Connie
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Regis
O, Michelle, you've penned a heartbreaker! Excellent, powerful verse that will draw tears and prayers for the innocents.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Yes tears are flowing!!
Love Tinka
RM Green
Take care,
Sherry