Sunday, April 3, 2011

Cricket: A Sonnet

A Friend's dog died recently
















How Cricket lived is quite unique
Born through adversity and through stress
From whence a life altogether bleak
To a home replete with love in excess.

Her affection was not easily given or gained
And to most her pathetic story was without hope
Yet her will could not be constrained
As she'd sprint o'er the fields at only a lope.

But doth the brightest flame burn out the most abrupt?
And the distressed grape bear the greatest wine?
So her significance on our lives did erupt
Who knew she'd be the quickest to the finish line?

Cricket: the dog who we'll never forget,
The canine pilgrim; the living vignette.





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