He was black, friendly and furry,
A common breed, prepared to die
So that I would not be seen.
His fur stiffened when it happened.
When the snap rang out, he went
Heavy and lovely. I have never had
A dog. Once finally he was off of me
I could not walk straight. When I
Touched the railing, planes took off.
If I cried I would have been found.
Though they were no longer around,
I could not keep from calling out
His common name. And as he was
Soft and calm and loving in my arms,
I don't know what it is that he died for.
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