Grey Beauty
Written by Jemabella
Into the junkyard she did stagger,
Every breath felt like a dagger.
Her coat was ragged; stained and torn,
For many years it had been worn.
Her dusty fur had a distant glimmer
Of what used to be a lusterful shimmer.
Her final pleas would have to be fast
As tonight would surely be her last.
Her face was damp with tears of sorrow,
For she knew nothing of tomorrow.
She began her song of days gone by,
For now she knew that she would die.
They looked into her pleading eyes
And finally understood her cries.
She saw their tender welcoming smiles,
And felt her suffering end its miles.
Her final breath was not in vain:
"Let the memory live again."
Back to the Contents