an old lit lantern
white whiskered furry feline
a moth’s wings go limp
newborn puppies
an old dog sleeps on
a young boy’s heart breaks
greens turned gold
dried veined leaf crackles
to busy i never looked
a loved friend moves on
hold tight a treasure
diminished circle still round
bad people exist
lethal injection
and for us God weeps
I see I hear I feel
life fades to nothing
death is a contrast
paulette thibodeau-baker
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