I just had to post it. This is certainly one of the most emotional poems I have ever written. It was born after the death of one of my own pets, a pet rabbit I had had with me since first grade. Not putting her down was not an option, I'm sorry to say, and she was laid to rest June Seventh of this year.
And so, I figured my grief should be put to creative use, instead of moping around the house.
[center]Death of a Companion
We do not choose them.
They choose us.
And we agree to love them.
They purr or bark, whistle or croak.
Some are on a vow of silence.
But they love us.
Some come to us from distant places,
Beaten, battered, bleeding,
And they look at us,
With those hopeful eyes,
And they might not speak,
But those eyes pour out their stories.
Out to us.
And so they are taken in,
Maybe grudgingly at first.
But they worm their way into our hearts somehow.
And they love us,
And we love them, dearly as ever.
Some warm our feet,
Some are warmed by us.
But they warm our hearts.
They seize the soul.
They listen to us.
They are there no matter what.
Some are feathered,
some have fur,
But anyway,
They're still adorable to us.
Only a a mother could love?
Only the entire world could fall in love with.
And then, they're gone.
We cry a bit.
We bury them in some serene place.
Ours rest beneath the ancient firs.
But they're still there.
They're never really gone.
I still talk to mine.
And she listens.
As always.[/center]
