Rocky

Something that is dear to me.
Something that is playful like a bunny.
He was white and grey.
We found him on a Thursday
He was too young.
When his time rung.
He was only a baby
He was so cuddly.
He was worth our wage.
It was dark.
We were going to the park.
He followed.
When we got on the road.
He got too close.
First his toes.
Then his head.
Now he’s dead.
I cried all night.
He was so bright.
He’s in a good place now.
I must give a bow.
This is the end.
I cannot pretend.