Maggie's Bridge
The stench of death, cruel and foul, As she lays quietly upon the floor. Breathing ever labored, respites call— One glance to heaven, the other to the door. To walk amongst the trees, and curl, Away from the pack, nature's icy farewell. We seek for answers, they are few, My little family, we fight goodbye. The questions of if, a toxic stew, An unpleasant purgatory, as we try To save her life, and give her a chance— But death is all I see, in stoic glance. She jumped and played, not yet two, Through life's adventure, of promise, Of a new day, in excitement’s view, But cut short by toxic trap, grimace. Tainted meat, set along path's side, Meant for wild dogs, a nose can't hide. Now the despair, and present worry, For that which has no voice, a bitter cup. Advice received: I, a God, must hurry, And make a choice, kind little pup— To wait for dawn's break, a miracle, Or end unspoken misery, merciful. I touch her head soft, whisper close, The words to a friend, with no e...