Kellie Cunningham

My Dog, Malcolm

I was outside
playing fetch with my dog,
Until it started to rain.
A cold, drenching rain

I drug Malcolm back inside
before he got soaked
then, he ran back outside
without my even noticing.

The ball that we played with
had rolled down the hill
Malcolm went to get it.
A speeding car came down the street.
The car hit Malcolm.

I ran outside
in the pouring rain
to see what happened.
I saw Malcolm in the street.
He made no movement or sound
not even a bark.

I cried and cried.  Unable to be consoled.
We buried Malcolm in our backyard
beside his favorite cherry tree.
It was time to leave him in peace.


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