He Crept

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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