If my beloved Jack came back for one night. |
His tongue was drooping from his mouth his tail wagged as he whined I blinked and stared in numb surprise at this dead dog of mine. I held my breath and stretched a hand out to his wispy nose he gave a sniff and cocked his head and from the floor he rose. "Play?" he woofed into my face a ball dropped on the ground I snatched it up and let it fly for that old ghosty hound. We played until the clock chimed one and I gave him one last treat before he slipped back to the grave the ball left at my feet. (16 lines) |
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