Blindsided

I don’t write poetry very often…. or at all, generally.  I don’t know the first thing about it… But it’s been about two years since I was involved in a case where a young Siberian Husky was hit by a car.  I still remember every detail like it was yesterday, some things just stay with you and while I was supposed to be writing up charts, these six lines crept into the back of my mind late that night:

There’s blood on the door

blood hits the floor,

I look into her pale blue eye.

 

She opens her mouth

takes her last breath,

a young life dies.    

 

I think about it often and I so wish we could have saved her.

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