go through the broken screen
door
and out into the street
uncollared
no leash
chasing something
or someone.
he'd run until he'd
run no
more
finding himself
beneath a car
in traffic.
hearing the screech
of brakes and thud
of life ending,
we'd go after
him. others following
along.
we'd lift his body
into our small arms
and take him
to the woods with a shovel
where
we'd say a prayer
to the God we believed in.
bury him,
and then move on.
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