You’ve stopped eating, why?
You don’t answer,
You can’t.
Please tell me what’s wrong.
You look at me, wanting to tell.
But you can’t.
I stroke your soft fur.
What will happen to you?
But you can’t tell me.
Two days later.
I came home from school, you weren’t waiting.
Why? Because you were put down.
I was never again to read you stories.
Never to see your black figure,
Nor to hear you bark,
All because you didn’t tell what was wrong,
Because you couldn’t, or did we not hear?