He crept down back stairs
Screen door
Little metal hook
Went outside
Dog followed.
He stepped on wet grass
Stopped
Felt gun’s weight in hand.
“Don’t know why I have to be so quiet,
As if I can hide.”
Shot dog
Then himself
Wouldn’t have worked any other way.
May 28, 2009
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Author: hsderkin
H. Scott Derkin lives with his wife and a scruffy miniature poodle mix on the banks of a river in NW Michigan. By not taking into account his shortcomings, his wife has managed to stay with him for over half a century.
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