Peanut poem (my dog)
The Brown, black spots on its face
The clear white on its body, on its tail, on its leg
The barking, reflecting off the glass table, the fast quick quiet footsteps
The clean glass table reflecting peanut and me
How did he escape?
The happy, playful feeling when I am with him and the sad, crying feeling without him going to the ground
The sad, crying felling without him slamming my fist back and forth
The crying sensation when he died.